Staying Up


Disguised as a house wife
She stares across the empty room,
admiring the stage set, the props
The lights are turned off
and everything is silent,
minus the distant traffic noise
She feels typecast, used
Unable to shed this role,
and reveal her true character
The trees blow in the wind,
and make shadows on her wall
The orange glow of a street lamp
burns against the ever-darkening sky
She sits in his chair
and waits

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