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"Under Idle Lights" by M.S. Blues

  • Apr 18, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 2, 2025


under idle lights

 

employed at a store –

standing idle,

the store is vacant,

the merchandise exchanges frolics,

i watch, envious,

i wish i had someone to talk to –

but nothing except

lifeless objects are here to listen,

correspond with me,

as i sit,

under idle lights.










M.S. Blues is an 18 year old multiracial, queer, and versatile writer who has been writing since the age of seven. Her work revolves around the darker pieces of humanity society tends to neglect. She has been abundantly published by many literary magazines and currently serves as an editor to The Amazine, Adolescence Magazine, The Elysian Chronicles, and Hyacinthus Zine. Her Instagram handle is @m.s.blues_

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