Raising The StakesA Poem by Rayne StantonWhen I first told my friend the title, she instantly thought vampires. IT'S NOT ABOUT VAMPIRES YOU CRAZY PEOPLE :PKeep the cards comin' like a bass drum drummin' my fingers on the felt covered table. Girls strollin' by with their skirts rollin' high as the smoke fills my mind and the room. Another card passed, my mouth curves to a smirk, goin' all in like a stripper off of work, boy across the table ain't nothin' but a flirt as we push all our money toward the middle.
Press the bottle to my lips, the bitter downed drink. Hide the smile that might show, or so he might think. Business men surround the table. I know I'm our of my league like a kindergardener batter facing the high schoolers team. Just to imagine their faces as I take up to bat and hit that home-run, after all I'm just having fun, and there ain't nothin' wrong with that.
Final bets being made, all of us are all in we flip over our cards and three aces I win. Boy cross the table glares as I take all his money. I leave the table hearing, "You just got lucky hunny." No doubt his money meant to be spent on his next load of glass. I smile and turn, blow him a kiss, now he can kiss my a*s. © 2011 Rayne StantonAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on April 23, 2011 Last Updated on April 26, 2011 AuthorRayne StantonBend, ORAboutMy real name is Maddie Linde, however Rayne is my middle name and also the name of my favorite character in one of my unfinished novels. I'm 17 years old and have been writing short stories and poems .. more..Writing
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