the pawns are fallen, your hands are blood ridden, your fingers singed black. your queen, your lady, your mistress, your ruler, your commander. you are loyal to her rule, she is not to you as you are to her. you are the dirt, she is the heal.
she is the GOD, you are the KNIGHT. this is your life, your livelihood, your joy. to her?
this is just a simple, stupid game of chess. the QUEEN steps across and slaughters the enemy, the KING watches, and she? she smiles, watches, waits.
YOU ARE READING
cigarette smoke.
RandomGOD GIRL || drowning in the abyss that is you. POETRY, 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚!
