To the victor
Goes the spoils.
Like how Helen, in all
her infinite wisdom dropped
a pebble into a pit
unstringed
Like the fall of the winged
into the calm waters
where pride swims
until it sinks
Like the ever-winning house
in its mindless cameras
capturing the jack
forever losing its tarts
Or that little drenched boy
and his sack of PETs
translating to a
small meal of kings
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CARD DRAWN:
FIVE OF SWORDS
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.
