Breathing heavily down my neck
as I raised the bet.
Begging me not to do it,
but I was right.
He grabbed my arm
so I can't push the chips;
featureless faces smile
mockingly.
Infuriated by his ignorance
I screamed,
slapped him
across the face
with my hand of...
...paper?
A contest entry
- 50 Word PIF Contest by Riftkin.
525 points, ended August 16, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great and shows stubbornness... about like me.
Best of luck in the contest.
Riftkin


