The Game
He was nonchalant
Animated, talkative
But no, not to her
He spoke with his friends
But admired her earthy looks
Sexy but aloof
“I’ll give him ten more
And then I am out of here”
As she swirled her drink
Then she turned away
“Good, she is interested”
And broke from his group
“We’ll go for a meal?”
She turned and nodded at him
“Grotesque game isn’t it?”
That was nice. And the ending words quite interesting :)
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is a game. But the rules are far from clear!
ReplyDeleteGames people play on the meat market. I never did understand how it worked.
ReplyDeleteStill don't.
Even when you are not writing 'stories' you are..i love that about your poetry..enjoyably voyeuristic..
ReplyDeleteNot quite sure of the rules either - maybe that's why no-one wanted to play with me. (Boohoo.)
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Very well conjured.
ReplyDeletegood twist love your poetry
ReplyDeleteI didn't even notice the three words until I got to the end. You paint a vivid picture.
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