Antimacassar
She likes it. Late in the night. Barefoot. Dirty toenails in the flickering light from the refrigerator as it bounces against the Four A.M. shadows.
The fridge sweats. The compressor groans. Then rattles for hours in protest...
And she likes it. Keeps it cold. The liquid icy at first, then warm in her throat and in her chest.
She likes that it's always this way. Four A.M. The fridge light glinting off all the glass and shiny metal.
She likes that it's always just her.
Just a reflection in the kitchen window.
The chiffon with sweat clinging,
Always this way.
Always moist.
Always needful.
© Cheryl Anne Gardner
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Cheryl Anne Gardner is a hopeless dark romantic, lives in a haunted house, and often channels the spirits of Poe, Kafka, and de Sade. When she isn’t writing, she likes to chase marbles on a glass floor, eat lint, play with sharp objects, and make taxidermy dioramas with dead flies. Her writing has been described as "beautifully grotesque," her characters "deliciously disturbed." Her short fiction has been published in dozens of journal, and she is currently the head fiction editor at Apocrypha and Abstractions Literary Journal - accepting submissions now.
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