Devil’s Advocate

You were temptation
in a tight red dress, the shot
of tequila that pushed
me over the edge.
You were a wild night out.

Waking to the taste
of prohibition, the smell
of secrecy hanging in the air
like stale perfume. You
were cool silk on my skin.

You were a ticket out
of town, an X on a treasure map.
I meant all that I said but I
had to go in search of the gold.
I loved you, but I am an island.

By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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