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Playground

Running and laughing

As if

A fearless schoolgirl

Climbing through my mind

A playground for her games

My heart

  Wet leaves below her feet

  The veins bleed crimson into muddy puddles

As my feelings bubble to the surface

Unnoticed by the towering eyes above

The bell rings and she leaves me again

Nothing but lonely echoes of laughter

Shadowed smiles hidden behind a darkened stage

Waiting for the curtains to rise once more

One more show

As the actors take their places

The bell bites into awaiting eardrums

Feet pound and patter the ground

Jump ropes and monkey bars

Bouncing ***** and frisbees scraping gravel

Laughter fills my head like an aquarium

Tiny fish swim by oblivious

Completely unaware of my sponge-like brain

Retaining water

Slowly quieting

Drowning inside the water-filled glass cage

At last

Thoughtless

Bubbles rise from deep below

As my heart pumps air and blood to my lifeless brain

All the while she climbs

And laughs

Playing so innocently

Yet intently

Absolutely ignorant to her power

Not realizing as she stares across the chess board

That her opponent’s brain has stopped

And he is now playing with his heart

Now easy prey

Young, injured, or old

Take your pick

He is the scent of blood to a hungry shark

In her child-like mind she continues to play

Still not sure as to the extent of the challenge

A blaring bell sounds off in the distance

One more day’s reprieve

The footsteps and the laughter subside

The curtains fall together

The stage again grows dark

The aquarium is quiet

My heart beats double time

Waiting until tomorrow

Waiting for her hands to begin the climb

Staring at my pieces on the board

Knowing I’m in check

Just waiting for

The mate

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Written by
jack-piatt
American
Published
Oct 14, 2011
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