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written by: Jeffrey Dean Gray


It was short
Off and on
One decorated room at a time
He smelled it in the air
A burn
It sizzled like too much corrosion
His first thought was of the paranormal
Then in seconds, it changed
The fake moved inward
The lies
Taking over his brain like it always did
Comfort - absorbed the ‘80s in the ‘10
It was a full day
Before the neon moved again
The same smell with longer strides
They hummed, dimmed into a painful color
Smothering him
Too much corrosion
He could smell those old lies in the air

Jeffrey Dean Gray

Jeffrey Dean Gray

JEFFREY DEAN GRAY is a CML Award-winning author (A Family Collage, The Josephine Cabin, Breathing Black Rain, An Impression for This Magnet, Ghost of My Winter) born April 4th, 1980 in Charlotte, North Carolina. He currently resides in Church Hill, Tennessee. He spends his days working as a voice-over actor, author, artist, and with his dachshund, Woody.
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