breathe.
the bittersweet air
was too much for the scared,
so they made believe they had control.
they had their rook,
the black queen was gone,
they had their days so far withdrawn
that they almost thought they were out of the hole.
their last pawn on the second row.
it's easy to think life's a game of chess
when all we want is a sweet caress and a little slack.
someone to have your back would be nice.
a lit match,
in the dark of the night.