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Checkmate

This is a little blurb that I wrote a little while ago.  Guess I was in a certain mood.  It just kind of..  Came out, haha.  Enjoy.

Look left,
Look right…

I look down at my chest and see the dotted line,
The scalpel traces from corner to corner,
The arctic silver raises shivers.
Look in the mirror and see the eyes shine.
There’s moisture swelling –
The bank of pain it delivers…

Surgical precision,
Follow each line,
Try to let it blend,
Try to force it into a body it doesn’t fit.
Looking left, looking right,
I stumble over the reason,
I’m reaching, searching for a sign,
Help me describe,
Help me escape.

Draw in my breath as it cuts,
It’s a fire and I’m the fuel.
The reflection – is it me?
Is it me or is it who I once was?
Spinning burnout,
Tumbling downhill,
Black tracks down the face that gazes at me.
Pale skin,
Hands reaching for something…

I can’t control,
It’s a lethal waltz,
Step forward and spin,
Looking left, looking right.
Hands clasped,
Step back and spin,
Looking left, looking right.
Eyes locked,
Step right and spin,
Looking left, looking right,
They step apart.
They become us.

It’s a face off – a standoff.
One in white, one in black.
Black tracks down the face I see,
Pale skin,
Hands reaching for something…
For me.
I can’t move,
I can’t see.

Look in the mirror and see the eyes shine.
There’s moisture swelling –
Black tracks down the face that gazes back,
Arctic silver..
Fuel for the fire..

A simple note that remains,
Nailed into the heart that once had a home,
“Looking left, looking right,
Metaphorical reason.”
Checkmate.


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