LOVERS GAME
- Jul 24
- 1 min read
By Tina Andrews
A game between two lovers unfold
There is no winner, it’s untold
Roll a dice, pray above three
One, two or three, a cut to thee
Four, five or six a needle stick
Heaven or hell the choice before us
You roll a one, cut your flesh, with no fuss
I draw up a fix, rolling a six
You roll one, another cut to your wrist
With a second six I decide to twist
Rolling again I land a two
I make a deep cut, now bleeding fast like you
Draining blood, energy low, you roll a five
You reach for the filled syringe drive
Slumping back you hit so high
I will be joining you soon in the sky
Last roll secures me a three
Knife across my throat, finishes me
Our lovers game is at its end
Camera still rolling, we start a trend…