We’ll, she’s quite tall. Her eyes light up every time she has a brilliant idea and she shares it with me eagerly.

She’s always dressed differently, depending on what we’re writing. Sometimes she is dressed as a gladiator, ready for war. Other times she is a superhero, ready to defend her city.

Her ideas depending on her mood as well, if she’s mad she’ll give me an idea for a ****** crime drama, if she’s happy she’ll write a fast paced science fiction novel.

She’s always with me, finding new ideas from everyday life. She can find ways to make life bearable by giving me new ideas that allow me to escape from the dullness of life.

She makes me smile, she makes me cry. She makes me think and she makes me forgot.

I
Do
Not
Know
Who
I
Would
Be
Without
Her

My Muse.

A faceless man,sitting in his throne like chair...

smirking

as he looks down at the chessboard.

He moves a pawn into position to be taken


A man struck down overseas by enemy soldiers

his comrades collect his body after the battle


The man then looks at his companion,

the companion looks back calmly

and moves his rook to protect the Queen



A man barricades the door at his home to protect his sister

Her arms decorated with bruises, her lip is split, tears in her eyes.

Her drunk boyfriend hitting the door, screaming and cursing


The man folds his hands

then moves a knight to take a different rook

The police break down a criminal’s door,
dragging him away in cuffs


You see, we’re all just pieces on a board, puppets controlled by strings.

The strings are faith, love, hate, religion, politics

The question is…

Who is controlling us?

And are we winning the game?