that night in your bedroom
a pantoum by georgia mrozkowski
hi! i’ve received a lot of new subscribers since this substack’s inception and i just want to say thank you. as a gift of my appreciation, i’m sending you a pantoum i wrote last semester for my creative writing class. i hope you love it as much as i do.
-georgie
That Night In Your Bedroom by Georgia Mrozkowski
After, the condensation lingered on my skin. In the damp heat of your bedroom, It licked me, pulled my hair, a blistering fever In that dark, dripping cavern: My prison. In the damp heat of your bedroom, The pilling flannel sheets writhed onward In that dark, dripping cavern. In this prison, Life was conquered, relics were destroyed. The pilling flannel sheets writhed onward. In your bedroom, I reached for my purse, my pearls, my pants. Life was conquered, relics were destroyed, When the flowing black tar ordained my face like the decapitated Buddhas. In your bedroom, I reached for my purse, my pearls, my pants. This imperial poaching deemed appropriate by some divine When the flowing black tar ordained my face like the decapitated Buddhas. My body succumbed to the iron fist. The divine deemed this imperial poaching appropriate, When cruel hands extinguished all incandescence. My body succumbed to the iron fist, After, only condensation on my skin.