November PAD Challenge, Day 16. Prompt: Write a "last line first" poem.
so that was the end of it, after
all the speeches were exhaled to
the air, candle-brightened, the
room was dark and silent, alone
with the spiders, the cracks in
the plaster hidden by curtains, the
rosy glow drained like the
blood from her cheeks that
August day, the last first, the
first last again, the words
careening, circular, through her brainpan
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