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Gambling My Words

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

I sold my book,
then I sold my heart,
and now I barter my soul
for a bag of marbles.

Jaspers, Aggies, Tigers …
All like precious gems.
I draw my circle on the ground.
In it, the pentagram of my fate.

The lights are dim,
The room is hot.
Surely the dementor is here
to collect his prize.

Shouts and yells, and whistles
drown out all intelligible thought.
A fever pitch rising,
the stakes are high.

Sweat pouring from my brow,
I shoot my taw.
I choke on my own breath.
A moan emits from somewhere deep.
Tonight will not be mine.

He looms over the room
with fiery red eyes,
and I know my fate is sealed.
I must write another book.

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka

SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ann Christine Tabaka

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