Contributor: Anthony Merklinger
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But sleep won’t come the whole night through...
There is a rapping at the door.
She turns her head from the bathroom mirror and listens as each knock fills the void in her apartment.
“Marra!” calls a voice from behind the door.
She refocuses her attention to the mirror. Behind the lipstick stains and fingerprints, there’s a beautiful young woman.
The rapping continues.
She picks up a stick of black eyeliner from beside the faucet and removes the cap. She inhales and tightens her face.
“Marra,” says the voice again, “I know you’re in there.”
She tilts her head and applies the liner.
The rapping continues.
She closes the cap and places the liner back on the sink. She reviews herself in the glass.
When tears come down like fallin’ rain…
She walks into the living room and lifts the needle...
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Anthony Merklinger
