Yes, she’s just a beautiful mess ~picking poppies ~dreaming her next thoughtful chaos-engine
STEAMPUNK CHESS PIECES except from “Untitled Unfinished Work” by Amcii Suoma Nona excerpt: “Check-…,” he almost said, as she carefully pushed his king on it’s side with her forefinger. Then, moved her rook in place, just The Place.”Uh, sorry,” she uttered in a weak voice. “Now, that IS CheckMate… CheckMate…”He looked over at the face of his lifelong love and she was blue with transparent skin of which all color had faded. Her icyclic tears froze as he watched her slip suddenly into the check-mate of all her check-mates. After all the years of his forgetting her…how beautiful she is, he realized once again, He watched her in shock and disbelief as she took one last shallow breath, then one word, she wish he had wished to hear and understand for so long and she had tried to let him in but he never wanted to talk about anything with her. She could not be shut up by him this time. He was frozen in shock at what was happening before him that he wanted to believe was an act, an exaggeration, a display to get his attention. Then, the word from her lips, out like a roaring whisper, “toska,” she managed to tell him and then the game was over. He realized when she lay there so beautiful and still the unfortunate game they had played; one of which there was no ‘do-over.’ Never before in his life had he yearned for to reach for the restart button like he did now.
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