You were always the slow one

Watching the world move before you could even react

E4 E5

Unknowingly, you mimic the victors,

Those who are smarter, more talented, popular

Your mind tells you that you are less.

In response, bullying becomes your favorite pastime.

The nerdy girl with acne becomes your target.

You berate her for being smart, for being her.

Piety flows from her chess board, fearful of the scholar’s mate,

While atheism flows through your veins.

Religion only reminds you of death.

As the missionary approaches you asking if you heard the good news,

you retort with your own philosophy.

Afterall, you are young—all of the time in the world is at your hands.

Spoiling oneself is necessary for college kids.

Instead of saving, loans are taken out.

Trips to Malibu become trips to the emergency room.

A 1964 Mustang becomes the only companion by your side.

Your philosophy, which you strongly stood by, has crippled you,

But you are still young, you have time to fix this

Bc4 Nc6

You sit on your throne surrounded by machines and white curtains.

In the other room you hear a woman solemnly telling the nurse

to turn off another patient’s life-support.

How do you support life?

His time was up, but yours is still ticking.

The nerdy girl you bullied approaches you in scrubs.

She treats your wounds and heals your hurt.

To you she is still that pious nerd.

You spit on her in rage, upset by the appearance

Of your victim giving you mercy.

She hesitates and with a smile pours alcohol on the gauge on your leg.

Your religion was alcohol; it was supposed to heal you,

And it did, but not where it mattered

Qh5 Nf6

The days turn to night and the night transitions to day.

You hear more women crying over the steady crash

of another patient’s time come to pass

As the strength returns to your visceral body, the discharge

enlightens you to take control.

You are no longer afraid to go first.

You approach your 1964 Mustang as the night shift is let out.

Through the pearly gates of the hospital’s employee entrance, you see her,

The poindexter of a nurse.

Stricken by rage disguised as a new beginning, you rev your engine

and charge towards her. The Mustang neighs a siren call.

Your victim gleams up to see your most valuable piece accelerating towards her.

Her studies outwit you once again as she dives out of the way.

The wall behind her broke the mustang, the skull, and the rage

The nerdy girl became the queen and she has taken her revenge on the evil king

Qxf7#

Checkmate

The opponent clicks their timeclock, letting your time pass.

No moves appear in the soup that was your brain.

The timeclock keeps ticking and ticking and ticki and tic and t and….