amber
"my name is amber," she said
and closed the door behind her.
i turned on the light.
the bulb was old and dying
and, like i once had been,
only moments before,
the room was alive in amber.
written (by me) on february 17, 2002
"my name is amber," she said
and closed the door behind her.
i turned on the light.
the bulb was old and dying
and, like i once had been,
only moments before,
the room was alive in amber.
written (by me) on february 17, 2002