Prompt 13


Each casino
has a special hunger,
an acquired taste.

This hunger runs deep
for more than money,
which has no value.

One may devour cars,
spitting metal chunks
into the desert.

One may drink souls,
leaving empties
at its bars.

Flee the casino
where the elevators
smile as they open.

©Ardelle Hollis Ray

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