Three cherries, sevens, or aces.
Symbols spin like all the faces.
I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.
It’s over again, what the fuck.
Thirty-three scaring me,
youth moving on like the sea.
I don’t think you’re coming,
or maybe you were never on the way,
am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 