Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Bargaining Chips

I'm sitting here on the stairs, lost in the dark and unknown as you barter, trade and steal chips around the table. Minute by minute, you're giving it all away- all that is important to me, without another thought.

The flowers have wilted, the candle burns to its last bit of wick. In one cruel game of dice, I've lost everything ever promised to me.

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