Fallen, a poem by Ann Christine Tabaka at Spillwords.com

Fallen

Fallen

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

the sign said open
so she walked right in
checking her wings at the door

red papered walls
in a room filled with smoke
and the smell of cheap perfume

whispered conversations
in an unknown language
heard only by discerning ears

bleary red eyes staring out
from under thick mascaraed lashes
followed her every move

working her way to the back of the room
she finds a quiet corner
to wait her turn

all the while a neon sign flashes overhead
with the words
“Welcome to Gehenna”

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