Checkmate 


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The Queen is everyone’s favorite piece. Her every move can be tracked throughout history on social media. A player is sometimes curious. That was June. Google details much effortlessly for all the world to see. Still it is time consuming and in all reality I hate the game but it does still fascinate me. There are so many rules and too many pawns yet is intriguing the placement and rank of each. I confess my last game of chess I made the wrong move and a few minutes later regretted it. I know now to never again chug two whiskey drinks during the game. It had been almost a year since I played and my heart was in my throat. Still no excuse. I crossed the line. The shiny pieces blinded me and I attacked instead of retreating. That evening was devastating. I took the summer off completely. Recently, I…

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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