I’m Abitha Quinn
I have a passion for reading, which has led me to create my own works.
I create poetry and short stories.
Explore my work here and see what I have to offer.
I am currently working on several projects. The first is a poetry book and the other is a short story. The poetry book is free-form poems with a theme of love, heartache, and depression.
The short story I am writing titled “Affair” recounts the true story of how I found myself entangled in a married man’s life.
Every month I will update the poetry section and every week I will add a new “part” to the Affair story.
Please feel free to contact me with any thoughts, feelings or comments about my work.
Thank you.
Poetry
Betrayal
I am no stranger to the bitter sour taste of betrayal.
I have felt the dull rusted blade in my spine
I am well acquainted with the agony, the dull aching pain that accompanies your soul for a lifetime.
I know the sound of the bell writing in your ear
or the drum that suddenly stops
When the one you love has pulled the blade out and you are left bleeding on your knees begging for the answer
“Why”
The Swamp
I’ve thrown up every butterfly you left inside me
And the garden that was once in my stomach is now a swamp
A swamp of disgust, humiliation and shame
You have solely become a vile poison
that left my waters murky snd my skies gray
The Affair
Part 1
Taking a look at myself in the mirror I saw myself wearing black pants a black belt and a navy blue shirt that said “SECURITY” across the back.
“Hmmph. I suppose this will have to do” I muttered to myself as I tried to whisk back some of the hair in my face.
Saying goodbye to my dog, Bella, and locking the door behind me I left the house for my new job. It was a medium-sized building filled with lots of important government employees.
The lobby was beautiful with its pretty white tiles and more of a glowy orange tone coming through the windows,
I met with my supervisor at that moment and he assigned me to sit at the front of the lobby with another security team member. Along with that team member was an officer who would always sit with us in case anything else went wrong.
“So Manita, where are you from ?” asked my curious colleague.
He was around his late 50s and wore a cowboy hat. His voice was warm and comforting yet filled with a certain secretiveness.
“I'm from Colorado! I just moved here about a year ago ish.”
“Manita, I heard that place was just gorgeous, just absolutely beautiful, why did you come down here?”
That dreaded question. Why did I move to such a random place on the map?
Well, to tell you the truth…. I moved for a boy.