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Well Played

Sana Khan

    This is a game. I make my move to make you fall. But I fall along with you. It doesn’t seem to hurt, the piece of me missing was surprisingly shaped like you. For if we break, you’ll take my pieces with you. I’m not asking you to fix me, no. Just hold me. Your voice is a clairaudience which brings me back when I’m surrounded by my darkest desires. Is our checked board a happenstance or has faith been laughing at us? We aren’t black and white perfect squares, but our battlefield is make of blackholes and stars turning grey when we edge towards closure. We aren’t in a different universe. We are the universe. We are slayers. Slaying all the darkness that comes our way. Your demons are my angels. When we come close, our fingertips touching, sharing the same breath. We’re pulled apart. And the game begins. Again. And you make your move. We hurt each other, and caress each other’s bruises. Clinging to the memory of our kisses and silent gazes. Oh, how destiny fools us. Bringing our paths so close, but never intertwining and then pulling us away to separate corners. Darling, my eyes never leave yours. We’ve left our bodies long ago, but are souls mingle. Waiting for the moment when we finally collide. It makes me wonder if that is why destiny mocks us. Knows that we posses such power, and yet are deemed powerless without each other. Are we playing the game? Have we become a part of the game? Or have we turned into the game itself.



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