The Game

January 7, 2013

They said she was the odd one as she refused to play

“That game” – they called it “life” –

Waiting always, the eternal opportunist

Like a cat about to pounce from its haunches

Deliberately, calculatingly, at a flirting casualty…

She fell victim to “that game”

As she became a pawn

For “the system” when she knew not the rules –

To which she responded with a hearty “screw you”

And not a glance back…

Into the corner grates she settles

Existence wrapped in the old paper of yesterdays

As she sleeps and dreams

Of “that life”

Reminded of its reality in spades…