Hall – A poem

Murmurs through dusty glass.

Certainty fading amongst 

the lesser coloured chairs.

The heat eeks out sweat.

A solitary bead drips down

an aching thigh.

The cool of a room.




Published by Lilymaeportman

I'm Lily, an actor, writer & voice over artist.

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