Dark nights

And damp mornings

Leave me

With pits and ripened aches

In my chest

It was at the hotel

In town square

Where I fell into his

Porcelain skin

Tempted by the 

Color of lust

Only to wake 

At the dawn of

The sun

And see that my own

Soul had 

Turned to stone.

Hardened to my

Regrets 

And sins.

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This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was “hotel and porcelain skin”. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination. Tune in tomorrow to see the new challenge for this week!

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.