Another Night

Reece Beckett
Sep 26 · 1 min read

A poem.

Photo taken by the author.

Last night the shadows of two men followed me home

Bathed in the moonlight, I brandished my sharpest key as the silhouettes shifted closer

The vibrating bass of Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds throbbed within my chest

A few hundred yards away

And the flickering neon lights felt more like warnings than advertisements.