Chess

It’s utterly broken, all of it, and I am left with so many of the pieces (weighing them about) and for the first time in my life I say, let it fall as it will. I am not the glue. Let the King draw back to his corner, the rook stand by, the knight be lost in turns, the queen lie in wait.. the pawns have retired, and my little bit upon the board? She has found repose in the farthest corner in what one would hope is hope, but a striker stands by and has no other move… so she waits for her end because it comes in every dream. No, she whispers.