STALEMATE

The rivers turns:                                                  



i escaped myself,


disheveled and exhausted.






it was a holy war:


i felt discarded,


voices I do ignore.






you played chess,


controlling your pieces,


attacking me,


dirty strategies capturing


what was difficult to see.






every move was a checkmate,


a stalemate, a whisper of my


own fate.






your time ran out before the


game was completed


but it was me who resigned.


in the end, our hearts


were defeated.






Karla Bardanza