In It to Win It
She won the bet, yet lost her job and self respect
In It to Win It
She lit a cigarette and smiled
cards on the table
her car in the pot
eyes fixed on the one at the head
the boss with the gold watch
and a wedding ring
she bet she could have him
before the week was out
He looked right through her
like she was trouble wrapped in silk
but trouble was her favourite game
a wager was a promise
and she never broke her word
by Thursday he was calling her name
in a locked office
with blinds drawn tight
Friday night came and she had her win
his tie was still hanging on her chair
she tossed him back to his desk
like he was nothing
the room still warm with smoke and gin
she walked away with a slow grin
because he was never the prize
he was just the proof
Saturday morning the knock came hard
three women and a grudge
red nails and sharp heels
they dragged her into the alley
the wife’s voice cold as stone
you don’t play games in my house
without paying the price
and the price was pain
She spat blood and kept laughing
because fear was a stranger
and shame had no place here
a bet was a bet and she had won
even if her ribs ached
even if her dress was torn
she had taken the risk
and the risk had tasted sweet
By Monday the phone rang early
no warning
just her name and the words
you are finished here
she never saw the boss again
never saw his wife
only her own ceiling above her
and the ashtray filling beside the bed
They said she was reckless
said she was asking for it
but she had her own rules
her own way of keeping score
win or lose she would not fold
because every hand was a chance
and chances were the only thing
that ever made her feel alive
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deemingabout 21 hours ago in BookClub
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This is quite the prose poem. Things like this really does happen.
Interesting story , but where to now