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Shawn Oct 2015
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.
October 12, 2015
Amelia Jo Anne Jun 2013
V
we were two little girls
whose mothers were both
housewives stuck with multiple children,
bored,
& belonging to a circle
of similarly conditioned women
who liked to sunbathe & smoke & talk
  in the summer
who liked to drink coffee & smoke & talk
  while the other seasons floated past the windows
their kids off somewhere else
hopefully playing & hopefully getting along, too.

we were two little girls
having a sleepover
eating popcorn & watching movies
two hours prior
in my parent's bed
  we were laughing
  carrying on like children do
  duh
she touched where my ******* weren't
told me to take off my clothes
& dance
explored
my little girl body
with her little girl fingers eyes tongue
playing the game
someone else taught her
except this time
she held the cards
she rolled the dice
on her new gameboard.

we showered together
on the uncomfortable
morning after
she reached for me
I stood
transfixed & unsure
watching
submissive, scared, oddly curious.
In hindsight,
I guess I must have liked it a little bit
'cuz I didn't back down. Didn't flinch away.
At least I was chosen. For once. For something.
sabrina Mar 2014
you hold
the moon.
you are an abandoned gameboard
pieces jumbled around, layered in dust
tired
but you can breathe.
I sing to you
lovingly
with purpose
yet you fade.
I can't seem to find where it is
you are slipping away to.

— The End —