The windowsill
Published in
1 min readJan 1, 2018
As the record spins
I think.
The window pitter patters,
Logs burning.
Purple and orange on top
White below,
I smile and stop.
A fleeting glow.
A speck of hope falls
Explodes!
Punch the wall
Take the blow
A viscous fight occurs,
Distracted as the record spins.