It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
She said, "I'm afraid the fluorescent light is going to fall on me," and I laughed, glancing up at its cracked shield, the low, grating hum “What if the mercury gas leaks out and—" I told her she would live forever, then, like an old Chinese king searching for the secret to long life. “I don't want to live that long. I don't know how much more of that noise I can take.” I looked up, but wasn’t wise enough to see pointed shards, already falling.
Hannah Edwards, in her spare time, is a teaching assistant at a local children’s theatre, where she demonstrates talents such as standing on “just one finger” or “breathing under water.” Recently, she and her girlfriend used 3D scanning and modeling to construct authentic Greek drama masks for productions of Oedipus Rex and Seven Against Thebes. Her previous publications include poems in Eclectica and Sugar House Review.
**We do our best to preserve the integrity of each poem; however, due to programming limitations, some poems may read differently on a mobile phone and in certain browsers. For best viewing, use Chrome on a desktop/laptop.