Vacancy
Nov 16, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry
The neon flickers.
“No”
next to
“Vacancy”
First it blinks.
Rapidly as if fighting to stay lit.
Then a tremble.
Afraid of the imminent dark.
Last, it quivers.
With a zap and sizzle.
Vacancy. Luminous. Abandoned. Tenacious. Broken.
Vacancy in
my bed
my head
what wasn’t said.
Shattered glass on the concrete below.
