Life, Poetry, Writing

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After midnight Doubt seeps in though the gaps around my air conditioner

and comes to join me on the couch

Bathed in the mummifying haze of blue electric static

He wraps an arm around my shoulder

tips my head back

and kisses me full of fear.


— Janine Serioux

Life, Love, Poetry, Writing


Every once in a while,

to get even with you for some glossed over slight or painful truth

I’ll lay under you with eyes full of dead desire

until you sigh and ask, “What’s wrong?”

I’ll look at you with those eyes you once said glowed like amber,

murmur, “Nothing.”

and fill with bitter satisfaction

as doubt and fear flicker across your face.