#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 5 5.11.22
Prompt: Write a peril poem.
Peril On The High Table The velvet table top stained with guilt supported well by those legs of time, croupiers delight, while a hand of desperation sweats, beady eyes starring back intensly, I have five straight, not four of a kind, what if someone has a flush, if not, will I spot the bluff, if not, I will lose everything, my four friends are a kindly risk, so not that quarter, my real danger lies within. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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