Chess
Too often, I forget
the sharpness of my heart
It slices like a blade,
and recoils when you tremble
I don’t need gentleness.
I have risen from destruction
Once the warrior,
now I am the lead
Chess pieces fall
from the kitchen table,
cracking on the floor
beneath our dirty feet
I grab you by your shirt,
and you slip into me
I am the greatest thunderstorm
you will ever meet