Players, make your bets.
A hand of spades stares me down.
Time is ticking, Nerves eye the crown.
I'm in so deep I've got it all to lose.
One move means he'll flee- he'll disapprove.
Beads of salt trace down my face.
Fear grips my heart, but I must concentrate.
Just like that my blood transforms the black of my cards.
My poker face is tired, time to let down my guard.
A last surge of hope leaves me struggling to breathe.
The chance I could win means I stay- I believe.
I speak the whole truth in the cards I've played.
Anxiety suffocates me, but I'm sick of my masquerade.
I'm all in.
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Scarring On A Whole Heart
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