Checked, Check, Mate. I’d been played, The one who caved, In on your unpaid plans, Still yet to be made. To think you could be saved, By the split personalities You’ve so carefully made. My womb wasn’t enough For the babies I bore— You didn’t change, Though I tried to restore, Only to find myself drained. Checked, Check, Mate. With a mused mind, Barren behind the eyes, Typed in curved, Shouting in slurred words— Palms full of rage. In mummy’s grasp, You became her missing rib, Building an emotional hardship. And as the law will glower upon me, My debts, now paid, Will always become yours. In the Lord’s law, Positioned below, You’ll be treated no better, Singing your tales of woe. Checkmate.