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Brimstone

by Amanda Conlogue

On summer nights,
My body is always hot
Laying in the dark
Worrying, awake
Through ribbons of light
Dim gray pasted on my walls
I can smell the sweat,
Sour and stale, on my pillow
Soon, I will fall asleep burning

10/15/1997

Posted on 02/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/30/03 at 12:28 PM

The words paint the scene beautifully... great wordsmithing.

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/11/03 at 03:12 AM

love it...

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/28/16 at 02:35 AM

Nice!

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