She Used to Love Herself

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Adam Kamerer
Above, the fatal flicker of incandescence,
Prepared to plunge from dimly luminescent bulb
To globe of quiet dark.
Sand-colored walls, accented with the
Artistic scrawl of cigarette burns and
Rainleak stains, loom over her.
Sweat beads on her belly,
A saline dew to mark the shift from
Midnight rigors to the peaceful pulse of pre-dawn
Crash,
Just before the clawing hands of sleep
Drag her down to pictureshows to which
She'd rather be blind.
Glazed eyes glide to the bedside table
And the pale hand placing bills thereon.
She rolls away, finding rabbits in the wallstains.
The door closes, restlessly.

Published by Adam Kamerer

I am an author making my way in life by publishing my work on the web. Aside from my AC work, I publish Penfencer.com, a blog for and about web novelists, and Gloria Fidelis: A Steampunk Fantasy, a serialize...  View profile

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