She had the Vegas of notions
About what she wanted
So she gambled on random
Got a row of lemons
The house always wins
Now she’s part of it
Chipping away at freedom
Calling hit me, hit me
And she cuts and she cuts
But only on the surface
Vegas is so superficial anyway
There’s not a lot of depth to that place
Except in depression
Or small pockets
David Trudel © 2013
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Vegas
She had the Vegas of notions
About what she wanted
So she gambled on random
Got a row of lemons
The house always wins
Now she’s part of it
Chipping away at freedom
Calling hit me, hit me
And she cuts and she cuts
But only on the surface
Vegas is so superficial anyway
There’s not a lot of depth to that place
Except in depression
Or small pockets
David Trudel © 2013
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Tagged as blank verse, cutting, depression, free verse, Las Vegas, metaphor, poetry, self harm, self mutiliation, social commentary, violence, violence against women