𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕣𝟠𝟚

In which things take a turn for the worse

They never forgave, and they never forgot.

In which we get a glimpse into the past

In which we reach a turning point

The moon, the tree, the picket fence, and the pain of leaving

In which we have one more moment of calm

a strange encounter in the dead of night

In which things look hopeless and we learn an interesting truth

We don't know all there is to know about the things that go bump in the night.

What does it look like when a poem is born?

In which we reach the moment of reckoning

There began a ticking in the basement.