Voiced // POEM: It Might Be A Nil Nothing by Thomas Rivet

It Might Be A Nil Nothing

Don’t let fear
creep
deep
and
steep
under your safe skin.
Oh, there is somethin’.

Unsure,

I straighten
my posture -
I bolden.

Yes;
it might be
but a nil
nothing;
I warned you,

like I care.

No one
dares to stare
beneath the
thirteenth
glaring stair.

You did, so

you died.

THOMAS RIVET