Betting On Blue

by on July 23, 2014 :: 0 comments

The feeling, not
the color, creeping into my eyes
as they watch a phone that doesn’t
ring. Your wheel is running,
but I have no marble left to
drop. Time
slows. Distance
ticks off
in my head, leaves
me spinning. Knowing we
will land on double
zero, the shape of repeated

editors note:

Our roulette revolution, a gamble every time. We revolt against loneliness, bet on love; mostly the house wins. – mh

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