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Taking Pawns
She was shocked
When the sun came up in the morning
Came up every morning
She only saw
A beam of cold light
In the hot, dark room
Where the men kept her
Where they abused her
But the world went on without her
She preferred death to the light
Through the vertical blind
So she walked through the glass
Only slightly bloodier
And just as naked
When she reached the other side
She couldn’t run
So she walked
Until she found signs of life
She made it up the steps of a farmhouse
And collapsed into a dead heap
But at least she died free
The woman found her
When she went to check the mail
And she realized the world is not a puzzle
The world will continue
Without you or me
She pondered the cruelty
All those missing pieces
She envisioned humanity in a chess match with God
Man losing but taking pawns
She wondered how many pieces it took
Before anyone would notice
She wondered how many disappeared
Make up a pang of guilt
