PvP

One wrong move at the dice

Two players with severe damage

Exacerbated with cold lies

They began tearing at the page

And the slight infection grew

Into a poisonous hatred deep

Infesting within the heartstrings

Until hardened were both to keep

But siphon off all the bad blood

With a white plastic spoon

Though I’m not saying it’s okay

Or gone any time or any soon

But perhaps the colliding friction

That clashed, made sparks

And burned off the connections

Leaving black scorch marks

My house of sand thus crumbled

When your foundations fell

I drowned in my own misanthropy

As wind kicked around shrapnel

And crying eyes that were hit

Viewed the world through a slit

This self-destructive nature of I

Collateral damage increased high

But there’s a chance at the point

And resuscitations of helium

To unfog the coalescing parties

Of dislike and transient delirium

Overturned chessboards cleared

And they reinstated parcheesi

Things seem to be in some order

So I’ll find an opponent, maybe

It’s 5 AM and I’m stupidly stuporic

And intoxicated with caffeine

But hell, what sober me would do

For another turn at our game.

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