FALLEN
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 flashed overhead
with the words
“Welcome to Gehenna”
Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.
Lovely work, Christine!
You are such a supportive friend Sofia. Thank you!
You made me look Gehenna up. Wow, so so darkly good. Reminds me of the 1930’s movie “Outward Bound” about a ship full of people who do not know they are dead.