“Stare through me, I see you giving up your hand.” Eyes burning into the back of his head. Aces hidden up sleeves of cheaters, liars and thieves. Dealer folding a straight and debtor flushing. Drag him kicking out the back. Struggling hands around his neck. “Can’t fool me or hide from me.” Wrapping fists around his head, lessons learned or common sense. “Can’t cheat death or hide from it.” Turning pockets for his debts, concrete tearing at his skin. “Keep walking, you’ll find your way to the bridge.” Cold pistol pressed in the back of his head. Switchblade hidden in sheathe, in reach while down on his knees. Dealer making him beg and debtor plotting how to keep his blood and veins from spilling out, ending up in cold and shallow ground. “Stare through me now, stare through me.” Moon shining down. “What do you see?” “I see a broken, beaten man. I see a coward at the end.” “Can’t fool me now, can’t fool me. It’s a long way down.” Gut sinking. “I am a broken, beaten man. I am a coward at the end.” Dealer puts away his gun and tells the debtor to run. Dealer walks along the tracks, sun rising at his back. Rattling memories around his head; death at home and in the trench. “Can’t drink enough to make me drown. Bridge and river pull me down.”
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