Tuesday, May 14, 2013

A Poem by Rhonda Parrish

The Day After

Sunbeams feel cold,
white as a naked fluorescent bulb,
hard as concrete,
and as unfeeling.
They ravage the shadows
as I did your trust
throw each scratch
she carved into my flesh
into stark relief.
Silent testimony to last night's betrayal.

Despite being a fantastic procrastinator, Rhonda Parrish manages to find time to run Niteblade Magazine, edit anthologies and write. Most (but not all) of her work falls into the speculative end of the genre spectrum but she isn't a big fan of labels. She also maintains a blog at http://www.rhondaparrish.com and loves sushi.

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