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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”

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka

SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ann Christine Tabaka

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