By Rebecca Miller
The night is a prison for rainbows.
Light-deprived prisms and spectrums of grey.
Bowls of fake fruit as centerpieces
And gift-wrapped sweets in corners of the call house.
Men unpeeling the iridescent packaging
From their mint condition crystal carapaces.
Coasters strewn with wisps of candied zest,
Tough luck burlesque.
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Montreal-born and raised, Rebecca Miller is a student at McGill University. Much of her leisure time is spent pumping emotion at an array of artistic vehicles and playing with words.
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