She stashes the monster into her pocket

The monster of money

 

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She cannot extinguish this urge

This a flame which burns within her

To collect gilded coins and bills

The anticipation of winning

A grin plastered upon her face 

 

A powdery grin stretching like dough 

The dismay in loosing

Tears and salty sweet etched upon her brows 

 

**********

 

Every day,

The monster disintegrates into flames

A pile of ashes

And a pile of forgotten memories
 

Disappearing 

 

And reappearing 

 

Once more

 

Day after day 

 

A vicious cycle