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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1827319
Dichotomic metaphorical on self harm; descending
As is will be
Shall we call this a game of chess?
Peeling away the defenses
Layer by layer by layer
By layer by layer by
Layer
Until the onion makes you cry
Until the little salty trickles
Flee your eyes little by little
Does it burn as the
Tears come seeping out?
Does it make you seethe
As said tears flit and flicker
Just like the wick and wicker -
(leaks burn effigy)
- When they carve lines about
Your face, hon,
Can you even breathe?

I'd say check mate
But, to be honest, I think
It's more like checkers, actually,
So king me, hon,
It ran the gauntlet
Jumped hoops
And zigged
And zagged
And made it till the end
(Pairing up with mentioned acquaintance)
And now they're skipping
Hand in hand
Between the lines
Skipped right back along
Running the gauntlet again,
They're running again.

They're running again
They can't even breathe!
No time to stop
No time to breathe!
Time, no time,
Nor notion to conceive!
We cut time close, I'd say,
(But breadth closer yet)
Chest is throbbing
Wrists are shaking
Right in time
In time, you see
Something just went
Through the skin (Deri yoluyla)
Somehow, I think

This is happening all over again
(Oye! Look, I told you
The rook just castled
And now all the thoughts
Have nestled in a corner
Underneath a beautiful night)
While we're talking about chess
[Chess, of course]
I think you should know
The rook castled
To stand in place for the king
The rook castled
And it took the bishop's lashes
It took them for the king.

For all its glory
For all its might
I hate to say, I do!
It was a pitiful sight
To see the king, there,
(Can you see him?)
Well, if you missed him,
He was whimpering in the corner
The corner just over there
And the rooks? Boy, the rooks,
Now that is a story to tell
Battered and bruised, ingloriously,
I inform thee that the rooks have fell.

More importantly, if they fell,
Why! That means they stood, they did!
The bore the burden
They turned the blows
They tread the souls
Out of this metaphorical apartheid.
Invincible in individuality
A touch of sentimentality
(It cast the first stone)
The first condemned the rest
As the bricks fell brick by brick
To shatter on the ground below.

So, where were we, hmm?
The king lay there, miserably
(Though he was of notable
Fortitude and strength)
The king was at his limits
He was lying there and gasping
In the horrific shock
(Oh, the shock!)
That his first defenses
Had witnessed first defeat.

The rooks are gone, we've said.
That leaves us under a collective handful
Of knights doth closing in
(As the bricks fell brick by brick
To shatter on the ground below)
The nights, as such, came
One by one, one then one
It is apparent, you see:
Where the leaders go, followers follow.

The pawns are long gone
They went valiantly, I'll say,
But of negligble importance.
The rooks have recently fallen
(So now the bishops are calling)
But bishops be damned,
I've still got these two knights
And an ally in my queen.

[hand in hand] and [hand in hand]
The knights helped the king
Unto his feet, arm in arm
They limped back to the corner
(To eliminate two directions of threat)
As the world came crashing down
And the first knight began to falter.

The knight was all but palter
(Imaginary, per se)
But better then most, by far-
The best damned knight I ever had.
Tendrils of foreboding darkness
Come slithering through the windows

(Aiming to strangle in the bed
Coerce thee to stay asleep
Dancing amidst dainty dreams
I prefer the waltz, thank you,
Dancing amidst dainty dreams).

The king is almost alone
He's one night away
From being so,
One night and the queen.

But oh! Ye shan't forget the rooks
(An act of heroism or lack thereof)
He cast the queen away

(Go on and save yourself)
I hate to utter the words:

Check mate.
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