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.