Play Me, King

Walking out into the night.

The air hangs stagnant, adding to the cloak of darkness.

The atmosphere is so thick it’s difficult to breathe

 

each inhalation is hindered by the humidity, and each step is labored, pushing against the density.

 

My skin becomes sticky with sweat, unable to be in this environment without release.

 

But I could sit outside all night.

 

Nights like this, though steaming and heavy, free my mind.

 

I’m becoming the person I want to be. 

 

I’m no longer a pawn to be manipulated and moved to the position of someone else’s desire.

 

I’m the queen now.

 

The most important piece in the game of my own life

 

The rooks, knights, and bishops are playing too, but only in the background. Their insignificance reflects the past.

 

I’m controlling now, disproving to those who have doubted my strength in the past.

But then there’s the king.

 

There’s never a queen without her mate,

her power balanced with his towering necessity

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n style=”font-family: Tahoma; “>Though I’ve gone without for some time now….

 

I’ll always need the king.