She must have fallen asleep after all— when, she cannot remember. But sheremembers the chanson française on repeat, on repeat coming from the studio facing her condo Ne me quitte pasNe me quitte pasNe me quitte pas She must have fallen asleep after all.The bloody alarm clock startles.Daylight hurtsEars sore and fatigued Eyeballs vexed and tired She must have […]| Selma
I pray and wait for divine intervention: my deus ex machina…| Selma
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Flash fiction in 144 words for dverse Poets Pub and You, my friends. Happy summer.| Selma
The title is not beautiful. What’s beautiful is how the poem (birthed through me today) came to fruition. Stay away from danger, everyone—far as you can. I mention a fellow blogger in this post. Pl…| Selma