Royal Spiel

Reads: 351  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

When you think that romance is all about chess

I’ve got you inhaled
In the depth of my lungs,
Having swallowed like a cigarette smoke –
Tried to get out but failed
My pathetic attempt of disposal
Of your taste on the tip of my tongue.

I’ve choked on my breath,
The steam of your scent
Raising out through the cuts on my skin
Of all probable tests
The sobriety failed in the end.
So ironic: you’re out, I am in.

My capillars in blood,
Poison runs through the wounds
In a manner of slithering snake.
Pain has ruled out the pride.
I’ve acccepted the game
You’re the King. I’m just one of your fools.

While your nicotine touch
All vibrates from within,
You have played with me and got bored.
There can be no possible grudge.
Mended, patched, I am back on the board.
I’m a fool. But I was born the Queen.

Submitted: June 21, 2015

© Copyright 2021 Katia Stepanova. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:


Lisa Ayers

Hi Katia. I liked how you compared heartbreak of love to chess. Your metaphors are well received. My favorite part is the ending "back on the board" and the positive conclusion "born the queen." Sometimes it's a struggle to see yourself as a king or queen while going through a broken relationship. Your ending is a reminder to never let anyone take that away from us.

Fri, June 26th, 2015 3:24am

Facebook Comments

More Poetry Poems

Other Content by Katia Stepanova

Short Story / Romance

Poem / Poetry