DOOM

Lit Up — November’s Prompt: 55er

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You know my fate long before the cards are dealt.
Your sleight of hand tempts me, drawing me in.
There is one card I pray stays hidden.
The Ace holds all of my indignity.
I clear my head of shame.
Your eyes, dark as coal.
My secrets are many.
Pulling the card.
I gasp.
No!