Gambling My Words
I
sold my book,
then
I sold my heart,
and
now I bartered 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 there
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
She was selected as Poet of the Month for January 2018, and
interviewed by Kingdoms in the Wild. She lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves
gardening and cooking. Chris lives with
her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The
Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray
Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed
Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine,
RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write
Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine Ann Arbor Review.
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