The Devil's Wager
so long
so much time left out to spoil
fist fights in my mirror
boiled over into
apathy
and rejection
hatred loomed
dissatisfaction loomed
suicide loomed
while acceptance
kept its distance
as a long shot at best
all the while
sunup to sundown
bartering and wagers
in smoky back rooms
my mother
my kids
my husband
knees soiled
as they toil over the big win...
my soul
all the while
the Timekeeper
had already written
this poem with my pen
pink love letters
laced with perfume
were already on my pillow
the courting had begun
after while
I started to notice
that my skin was velvet
my mind of diamonds
my heart of rubies
my declaration pierced the devil's ears
all hostages were to be
released
my spirit
tasted freedom's nectar
then licked my lips
with a sense of satisfaction that was long
overdue
By Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©
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