VLT (Writing)A Poem by Damien DavisonSpin after spin, my money rises and falls...
I look around as I enter.
There are but a few regulars sitting at the bar, the tables empty. I ask the bartender for a draft. I turn around and head towards the machines. My plan is to put in what was left of the twenty I used for the beer. That's always the plan. Cherry Rain is the name of the game. I stick in a five sheet. Five turns in to ten, the ten burns from excitement. I should just keep the ten I have left, but she seems like she's playing well. Spin after spin, my money rises and falls. The outcome, disappointment. I planned to spend that anyway, not a big deal. I would leave, though the machine is playing well. One more twenty, bet raised. As my twenty doubles, I max the bet. This is it. I feel the energy, I feel the win. My heart is racing in anticipation. Spin after spin, loss after loss, twenty after twenty. She tricked me yet again. I really fucked up. Two weeks before Christmas, no presents. My last two hundred dollars...
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