20/20
To work we
have to force and craft in some or other way;
Days of oiled
ease far recede, resistance now holds sway.
But
hindsight’s very friendly and we shouldn’t trust its smile:
Every moment
was a burden, every word a trial.
Hard Boiled - 2019 Rewrite
Handful of sweets like teeth launched straight into his open mouth makes you wince: head flipped back - trilby glued on - and all over in no time. Back to the broken nose you first saw; and the glare. Looking around won't help - how nerves work is his living. His thoughts aren't many but they're stark and made for this. Have to hope something happens out of a dream: He loses interest and leaves. Close your eyes like life won't end.
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