There’s Always Tomorrow
Night
Christopher Hivner
They call it a
popcorn ceiling,
but I see faces
in the rough textures
that stare at me
while I sleep.
The ceiling fan looks like
an octopus,
the blades reaching for me,
and don’t get me started
on the closet door
that won’t close
all the way.
Who knows what crawls
from the crease
during the night?
My bedroom is haunted
and channel 12
is showing a
Christopher Lee marathon.
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