Only Me

 In life’s chessboard, we capture, castle, capitulate.
We evade, elude, escape.
Eventually, we checkmate — or we lose.
And always, looking back, we learn how we lost the war, 
even as we won the battle.
     “Full of yourself today, Nettie?” 
     Tom folded the scribblings into an airplane, launching it high above Nettie’s head. 
     “You know better.” 
     Nettie stared into the sun glaring through the window, refusing to meet Tom’s eyes. Her hands were heavy with padded restraints around her wrists. 
     The plane fluttered to the floor near her feet.
     “They’ll never believe you,” Tom leaned in.
     “Only me. Only me.”


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