Really?
I imagined I'd have fared better
Dragging my feet by the heels
like in the dance classes of old,
a ghost glowing with rage of a workweek
in a dark uninhabited building
The security lightbulb smirks at me
in contempt?
Later there will be a liquor store,
filled with the kind of obnoxious
only alcohol can encourage
Later still there will be peace
Author notes
g l a z e c o v e r e d
A contest entry
- 7 Day Round Contest: Friday by crivanea.
400 points, ended September 20, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i really like that line about the lightbulb smirking
haha...great personification here...nicely done..good imagery and word choice..solid write throughout

