It’s not stealing I had said —
I only need this win, and I will pay them back.
She won’t fight for custody; she’ll take me back.
This is the last straw —
Everything at once.
All I have on black.
One spin, I watch the ball tumbling.
Dizzy and transfixed, dancing on the precipice, I’m falling — landing hard:
Number twelve and red.
Everything turns black.
I’m caught; entangled — done.
They will come for me tonight.
They will devour me; skin me raw; let me burn.
I’ll be corpse to show what happens when you steal from them.
I thought about being caught in a spiderweb, and my thoughts went to be gambling. We now understand that gambling is a disease. Guess that you should have it treated before you steal money from the mob.
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