7 of spadesA Poem by 7ofspadesI awaken not in a cold sweat but drawing out each breath in front of me slowly as i lie supine on my bed we were seated on white stone benches spectators in an artificial park with no one there she was sitting to my right and you were to her right she being the barrier that separated you and I I saw you draw a plastic playing card out from your pocket was it the 7 of diamonds? or 9 of spades? I couldn't tell. but I was sure it was a playing card innocent and bare and as you turned the playing card over a flicker of sunlight caught it at just the right angle for precisely half a second for me to see the blade embedded in the plastic she however, was naive to any imminent threat for we were all just strangers on a park bench waiting for nothing it was quiet and blank, an artificial park with no trees and in a moment it happened so quickly the slash of plastic against her arm the vibrant color staining the white stone bench and i instinctively reached out to help her, to hold pressure against the wound and then i looked in disbelief to you only i couldn't locate your eyes to see you all i could see was the playing card still clean fully plastic as you leaned toward my wrist with it in your palm I tried to step backwards, all the while trying to find the darks of your eyes but it was too late and I was running, shaking myself awake to avoid her same fate it is still dark outside and like a cat I lightly pounce on all fours to lean over to my bedside table feel for for the single card that rests upon it it is still dark outside a car's head beams swing fluidly across my window enough for me to see it's the 7 of spades
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