a lie, little and white.
it waits, she waits
the hour hand, the minute
the second-hand sweeps creating the new moments clean slate
A ploy. rehearsed and unclever
overwritten and under staged
you are the star, I the understudy
you sparkle, glisten;, I press against the bars of an invisible cage
how long do you plan to hold me
beneath your narcissism, you nonsense, your spite
how long will I allow you
there can be no champion if there is no fight
a line, forged yet fine
finds you rooted, restless, reaching
beads of fear, sour and seeping
line lips silent and un speaking
a lie. little and white
keeping pace with the measures of wait
sweeping, patiently sweeping
until it arrives, final, focused…checkmate
