CHESS
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In a mass of darkness,
of blindness,
I hear the eagle cry,
And my soul trembles.
In a mass of joy,
of freedom,
I hear people call out,
and my soul trembles.
I see your face,
I see your skin,
I see your eyeshadow smeared,
And you forget that I made it.
I feel your skin,
Feels warm under my touch,
And my being shatters,
Into things smaller than grains of sand.
Promises you made,
Confidances you kept,
Make it worth while
But, you lied - and now they’re worthless.
So, now, I part.
I’m done being used.
Done being your toy,
Your pawn.