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.
SEPTEMBER 2018 / MAY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking.Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.
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