Nat’s
first “grownup” place was a fourth floor walkup studio.
The
radiators knocked, lead paint peeled off windowsills,
A whiff
of bug bomb permeated the hallways,
To her, it was “home”.
She’d grow accustom to the scattering when the lights turned on.
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This
is a 42-word response to the Yeah Write Garblebuster challenge question:
Is something crawling on me?
