card games

ace of hearts

murder is easy

when you're only killing

yourself

gun cocked, blood drawn by

the blade of a kitchen knife

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jack of diamonds

drunk off the alcohol of your

gaze I have flown but

now I think I'm falling

I never knew what it meant to be

my sun and stars before now

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three of spades

the roots of the tree have dug

into the canals of my veins

and my breath is heavy

there is sand stuffed into my

cuticles and fog under my nails

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king of clubs

gallant and aggressive with skin on your palm raw from the rope wrapped round your neck

suicide is an option bound in the risk of failure and regret