Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #183
Sal's Red Pajamas
by Belinda Roddie
Sal's red pajamas were tucked in a drawer,
and when she put them on, it was like she
was wearing a second layer of skin.
She went downstairs to get some cocoa and
spotted her husband on the couch, watching
something on the TV. But he was not
alone - in fact, someone was there with him,
her face buried into the curve of his
shoulder. Sal couldn't breathe. Suddenly, her
pajamas felt like foreign clothes to her.
She thumped back upstairs, loud enough for them
to hear, and fell face first upon the bed.
She did not want them to hear her loud cries,
but soon her pajamas' hue matched her eyes.
by Belinda Roddie
Sal's red pajamas were tucked in a drawer,
and when she put them on, it was like she
was wearing a second layer of skin.
She went downstairs to get some cocoa and
spotted her husband on the couch, watching
something on the TV. But he was not
alone - in fact, someone was there with him,
her face buried into the curve of his
shoulder. Sal couldn't breathe. Suddenly, her
pajamas felt like foreign clothes to her.
She thumped back upstairs, loud enough for them
to hear, and fell face first upon the bed.
She did not want them to hear her loud cries,
but soon her pajamas' hue matched her eyes.
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