Byline: Sam 1

I hate throwing trash at night
I would rather swim a thousand laps
Then drag the heavy trash bag down
the Driveway. The dark wraps around me like a thick black blanket.
The street is a giant mouth ready to swallow me
Every tiny sound feels louder at night
the wind whispers in my ears like someone is calling
my name. my heart pounds so hard it could wake
up the whole neighborhood.
sprint back to the house in less than a second wishing it was
morning instead.