Tonight's Poet Corner: What Happens Here...
What Happens Here...
by Belinda Roddie
The exit is thirty doors down,
but if you make two lefts, you're
in a whole different level of Paradise.
There are luxury suites filled with
glitter and cheap champagne. All
the necessities coated in rouge.
Each knee blackened with smoke
from fat men's cigars. Jawline
speckled with lipstick scars.
You're hoping you never find
your way out of this maze,
and in the end, it's not your say.
Because in three days, all the
gamblers, cheaters, and whores
will be evicted and turned into salt.
by Belinda Roddie
The exit is thirty doors down,
but if you make two lefts, you're
in a whole different level of Paradise.
There are luxury suites filled with
glitter and cheap champagne. All
the necessities coated in rouge.
Each knee blackened with smoke
from fat men's cigars. Jawline
speckled with lipstick scars.
You're hoping you never find
your way out of this maze,
and in the end, it's not your say.
Because in three days, all the
gamblers, cheaters, and whores
will be evicted and turned into salt.
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