
the pieces are set on a board she can't fathom
{domino}
her invite arri#es slipped in light beer and foam
{/omino}
she sips and she scans but the ruin's in motion
{/\mino}
the start gun has fired, he's chosen his token with
{/\/ino}
a hero's smile aiming for unconsc#ous gain
{/\/\no}
they leave on a high but she's trapped in a haze; the round loops over and over and over
{/\/\/o}
her clothes - they were wanton; her choices - un#lear
{______}
she should have been less _____; it made him take more
{o}
no surprise she's at fault in his shiny rebuttal
{no}
her fu#ure's been dimmed, washed out by his *luster*
{no!}
she'll carry the scars and the fear and the shame
{No!}
he'll brag and move on, compare scores with his mates
{NO!}
but for her, the lesson is trag#cally blatant
{STOP}
speaking up is the best way to lose at this ga#e...
{huussshhh}
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Heather Hubler
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