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Goodnight, Yesterday by Nichole Johnson
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.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Nichole Johnson ↓
* Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, Threads
* Her two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward Spiral
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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By Maggie DeversGoodnight, 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.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Nichole Johnson ↓
* Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, Threads
* Her two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward Spiral
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com