In a Catastrophic Room. Beyond Despair.

By A.J. Huffman

I lost myself.

So completely

in his kiss.

My mouth.

And the not uncomfortable pressure

of his teeth

against my throat.

That I forgot to close

the blinds.

Until, too late,

I saw the sun.

Growing.

Like the steam

form his back.

And my fingers

began to whiten

and crack . . .

_____

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published my work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well as America, such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review, The intercultural Writer’s Review, Icon, Writer’s Gazette, and The Penwood Review.


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