A memory, lurching,
Red, black, red, black, red.
A kiss.
The table turns,
spinning,
black, red, black,
Spiralling inward,
The crushing gravity
fate, out of our hands.
Red, all bets are off,
Unlucky for some,
I find I’m at the heart of the implosion.
Black, whiskey, smoke.
Red, blood,
black.