Vita, ville

Stephen XT
Aug 17, 2023

I remember when we couldn’t sleep,
Would only slumber by threat, or
Deference to others who sooner succumbed.
We walked the night instead, under amber lit
Vapor trails and smoke, and wondered,
Where was another place, to go?
Do we test the police, giving curfew chase,
Just to sneak to the convenience store, broke,
For nothing more than the thrill?
Bundled in hoodies, we survived somehow
Those flirtations with damnation,
In many a spring night’s chill.

© SXT 2023



Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.