Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Same Color of Hell by Susie Clevenger



Life lingers
to magnify
its indignity.

A woman
crawls upon
her rug
feeding
on crumbs
and dementia.

Reality is dying
inside a mind
that cannot
discern
that the
urine
she lies in
is her own.

She reaches
for shadows
that speak
from picture
frames,
her present
disappearing
further into
the past.

There is
no division
in day
or night.
The hours
are all
the same
color of hell.

Abandoned
by a son
who placed
more value
on liquor
than her life,
her body
waits for
death
to free her.

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