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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
SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. Winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year (Poetic), has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. She has micro-fiction in several anthologies, and published flash fiction. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: CommuterLit; Spillwords; The Black Hair Press (Unravel Anthology, Apocalypse Anthology, Hate Anthology); Fantasia Divinity Publishing (Winds of Despair Anthology, Waters of Destruction Anthology, Earth of Oblivion Anthology); The Siren’s Call (drabbles); Potato Soup Journal: 10-word stories.
Latest posts by Ann Christine Tabaka (see all)
- The Tempest - April 2, 2020
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