Tea for Teardrops

Black and White

I have now decided that I am going to live on a checkerboard

Hopping from black square to black square, sinking my feet into the rhombus ebony pools of night and giggling as I dangle off the edge

Eyeing the sapphire wedges that I am not allowed to touch with an obscure longing and anticipation that one gets when they want something so utterly forbidden but once they get it, the apple is not as sweet

The Queen looks at me, her crown slipping

But like Alice always says,

"Crown's are heavy so we mustn't judge when one drops one"

She was so blissfully naive

I skip and skip and skip, my toes barely contacting the abyss, until I come face to face with the Lady herself

I kiss her cheek while the King squirms in his chair

And shove a knife into her gut.

Who knew the queen of night could bleed the colors of day!

I smile at my beloved

"Checkmate" as the dawn rises in my windows