His teeth blind me
as he crooned his promise
but still I hesitate.
"You won't regret it,"
he urges, and slides
the document toward me.
The air around us
stills and waits.
Beneath my fingers,
the paper shifts
like a living thing
but before I can draw back,
sharp pain blossoms.
Looking down,
I see the red flower
spreading on the dotted line
beside his signature.
"Deal," he says,
then looks at me.
"Say it."
The pain in my hand fades
and I finally meet his eyes.
"Deal," I say.
And so it begins.
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