Goodnight, Yesterday

Nichole Johnson

I thought

My heart might die loudly–

Thunder cracking,

Lightening

Grinding stone to sand.

But–

It is quiet.

It withers

In my ribcage,

Like a heavy fog–

The last breath

Of midnight

Softly tiptoeing

Towards dawn.

More from Nichole Johnson ↓

• @nichole_johnson_poetry on Instagram and Threads
• Her two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward Spiral