Whores and Lonely Miners

by Kerrie Hutchinson

I remember,
our romantic evening,
in the hotel,
accompanied by ghosts,
of whores and lonely miners.
I hid under the bed,
avoiding the brutal kicks,
by you, my love,
in your drunken abandon.
I hid from death,
like the wretched,
whore before me.
In the morning,
I awoke,
a ghost moaning,
weeping,
haunting
this antique bed
in the hotel,
accompanied by ghosts,
of whores and lonely miners.

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