I've gamed the system.
Premonitions are reflections of the past.
When the ghosts in my attic hold
their breath, stop rattling
their chains,
that's how I know
a whole lotta trouble is about to knock on my door.
This might surprise you, but
even though I know it's coming,
I leave my door unlocked just the same.
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Tyler Clark (he/they)
I am a writer, poet, and cat parent from California. My short stories and poems have been published in a chaotic jumble of anthologies, collections, and magazines.
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New Normal
There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
By Elisa Wontorcikabout 19 hours ago in Poets
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Oooo, not afraid of what's coming. Or perhaps a masochist. Loved your poem!