late night writing

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he’s sitting alone

she’s laying alive

bank counter after

hours

letter in hand

three words

thanks for nothing

where is she?

underground

thumping against wood

and dirt

thanks for nothing

he doesn’t know

she’s not home,

never will be again

a good prompt for an edgy, late-night (or is it early morning?) poem.

• bank counter
• postcard (made it a letter)
• the sentence "thanks for nothing"
• character loses a loved one (in this case, she's still alive)

playing with stories and little bits of info gets me so inspired, honestly.