a game of chance

talking to the ghost
who speaks in tongues—
flames indulged
and torn in two
 
          *
 
pulled down
among the darkness
from where I came
and where I’ll go
 
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a game of chance—
you laugh in my face
as you drown
in the River Styx
 
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the impact was red—
orange mixed with light
fallen in a cryptic grave
and saved for many lives
 
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chatter, noise—
the pot boils over
and spills for the rats