Life
a gameboard

Each day, you role a die
& move your game piece
Hoping to move it forward
you pick up the card of chance.

Most often
you get routine.
Rub your eye.
Yawn.
Stretch.
No urgency in this card.
Just another move of living
you'll take for granted.

24 hours
another chance
Roll the die.
Close your eyes.
& hope.
for normality?

normality.
noun.
just another day
of what's expected
a state of the usual
routine.

Every fiber of being tingles
Lachesism.
To be plunged
into a series of obstacles
The core aches
with a hunger
for chaos.
A chance to evade
the eye numbing adjustment
into routine darkness.

Roll the die
with a sense of longing
for the storm.
It may drown you
but life
is a game
of curiosity fed risk

Take your chance.
Pick up that card.

Right food forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull of his electric eyes
Like a magnetic force
Drawing me in, attracting me,
Influencing my strings, convincing me
I am still the puppeteer.

My hand slips away from the grasp of my rules
It has become busy
Tangled within bows and gift wrappings

First, my tongue.
It parts my lips, drools at the gleam of the sharp blade,
Then, communication falls.
Second, my ripe cherry of purity.
Naked. Peeled. Devoured.
Finally, the puppeteer demands
Take a sledge hammer to the wall.
Reveal the heart once and for all.
Tear it out. Gift wrap it.

Into the emptiness I plummet
Down into the bowel, through the stomach
****** awake by the sinking feeling
Empty room, all truth revealing

Right foot forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull
left by his hollows
Body trapped in in the lingerings of his magnetic field
His electric gaze the portal
Storing the Love Comedy wielded in Horror

Tear out your heart. Gift wrap it.
Place it into his arms
Watch him drop it.

Mouth gaping. No tongue to speak.
Just eyes watching, from above to the side
Out of body out of my mind

I am the puppeteer who tore out my heart
Gift wrapped it with bows
Hypnotically placed it in his arms of doubt

He dropped it.
Severing me from the gravitational pull
Awakening me from my trance to witness
My heart there
Pulsating
Against the cold. Concrete. Floor.