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  May 2004
volume 2 number 2
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Kelly Ann Malone
May 2004
   

 

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Madame Aperture

Kelly Ann Malone is the mother of three active boys, and a wonderful husband, and a fulltime job as a project analyst in a cancer research department. She's been writing since she was twelve years old, and some of her poetic influences include Ogden Nash, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and Dorothy Parker.

Kelly's work has appeared in The Rearview Quarterly, The Penwood Review, Free-Verse Magazine, Poems Niederngasse,The Street Corner, Promise Magazine, Albany University's Offcourse Literary Journal, Duke University's Voices Journal, The Permanente Journal, and Muse Apprentice Guild.

   

 

Comforts of Fear

You are the murky film that coats my independence.
Baptized in dread. Left matte and damp.
Muscles of freedom stay weak from neglect.
My deep inhale of contentment is halted by apprehension.

I pick the skin around my fingernails until they are raw.
The smoke from my cigarette stings as it infiltrates the open wounds.
My jaw aches from constant clenching, in turn dwindling the stature of my teeth.
You distract me from my life. Fleecing my destiny, one layer at a time.

You run so deep in my veins, slowing the flow, consuming serenity.
Yet I fear a cleansing transfusion.
Comfortable, abundant fear. Oh, familiar anxiety.
I can feel you. I can touch you. I know you are there.

copyright 2004 Kelly Ann Malone