The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit
Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas
Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse
Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger
Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike
So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past
That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down
Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Double her melody, but a third higher they said
Under normal circumstances that would have been a cakewalk
Except she found out the person she was singing with was Mariah Carey
That meant either she needed to find another octave in range or have a car hit her so she could get out of it
Beating up on the game controller
As he hit all the buttons to try to win the game
Sometimes it worked, but most of the time he lost
However, it didn’t make a difference. He still had fun
Don’t think I can get enough of you
Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast
Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss
Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”
Anytime he was awake, he craved the release
Didn’t matter that it wasn’t good for him
Didn’t matter if it cost him everything
It only mattered achieving that all-consuming bliss
Catching that dopamine hit and sustaining it as long as possible
That’s why the six of them held an intercession and checked Dopey into rehab
Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted
Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations
Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer
Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips
Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule
Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai
If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight
Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better
She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
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