She calls this place “The Devil’s Workshop,” asylum of idle hands and unkept promises.

A sarcastic travel agent issued her a one-way ticket in a vintage handbasket, not the best mode of travel on an empty stomach.

Who knew the junket would entail steamy back roads paved with good intentions gone incredibly bad?

But wasn’t that always her luck?

She seemed to forever place her last five dollars on a snowball’s sucker chance.

And now here she is, employing female fury to open up damnation in this awkward place she calls “The Devil’s Workshop,”

Arriving uninvited,

Searching her pockets,

Empty as always,

Surprisingly annoyed

That hell must be paid.

2 thoughts on “SHADES OF HADES

  1. I can’t wait till the world wakes up to your amazing natural talent to draw my world with your words. AWESOME!!

    1. Too funny, Nina. I submit my work sometimes but no one seems to care all that much for it. So I am delighted that I have found a fan in you! I have not forgotten your poem but the subject matter has me at a loss. I think that whatever next poem pops into my head is yours. Deal?

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