Walking into the casino

a flash of recognition—

den of the lotus eaters.

After a meal,

an hour or so of penny slots;

I could feel my energy draining.

In the restroom

I looked at my visage in the mirror,

already appearing sallow and gaunt

in the poor lighting,

the energy of this place taking its toll on me.

Out on the floor,

so many souls glazed over,

the sadness of the total vibe,

a subtle undercurrent

whisking away the precious thrum of happiness,

of life force

within the body—

to was time to leave,

before we could not.

Later that afternoon,

still feeling the effects

of such a demonic rest stop

I resolved never to be temped

to return.

2016 copyright by Katie Pifer




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