Roll up the curtains
Lay down the memories
Charcoal moments.
Imprints of footsteps
That lead to
A mirror mirage.
Playing conspiracies
Lay down the carpet
Charcoal dust.
Spread boxes
Colors alternate
Black- White- Black.
Smudged within boxes
While you and I stand
Eight squares apart.
Skip points
Walking two squares vertical, one horizontal
A charcoal sandstorm.
You move diagonal
Enter territory
I stride fierce towards you.
Breathing charcoal
I finally take my last stand.
Check mate.


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