Game Theory

Feint, parry, reassess.

Is this war

or just a game?

Check and mate.

We move our pieces

in the dark

so no one else can see

the racing mind

quivering hands

blood pulsating

with eagerness,

anxiety,

fear.

Anything to distract

from drab reality.

Each move you make
keeps me hooked,

curls its tendrils

into my brain

and around my heart.

Is this zero-sum, my friend?

Here there are no rules.

(No rules.)

The only way to win

is not to play.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.