Poetry

Den

it’s warm inside, the cream coloured walls

contoured around me, safe

a snug den full of books

ink, paper and singing

from the vibrations of the outside world

trembling down through the crystal

light bulbs

it won’t stay warm forever

the fuel is running out

and the door handle is rattling

it longs to open

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