Buckshot Chess
pounding on my door
rhythmic
heavy
steady
knock
knock
knock
fine
I’ll let him in
what do you want then
“Creation.
Destruction.
Hurry up
and pick one.
You can either
stop fucking around,
and play the goddamn violin,
or you can get gone.”
this man’s all bark
soft teeth
cheap
talk
talk
talk
I’m not afraid of games
keep going
“I can be your redeemer.
I can be your reaper.
You’ll be little pieces.
Left somewhere even
colder than here.
Wrapped up tight,
back with all the rest.
Make your decision.”
unintimidated
I’ll dodge that reunion
the next move
happens when I make it
I’m not interested
in listening to him
anymore
I can hear the whiskey singing
deep in my ear
like an opera underwater
I made my own map
nobody will ever
rip me off this path