The Game

I had never consciencely acknowledged it, It's seems I would have known.
People would have had to notice. I'm shallow, shallow as hell.
Once I would have vehemently denied it, but only to save my ass.
I can lie like hell to save my ass. Ane have on many ocassions.
Sometimes just for play.
Play, oh for play. I do love to play my "little" games.
Games that have no rules. Except mine, those are the "rules"
My game, my rules. I choose who is lucky enough to play. And how long.
Sometimes the "games" lasts only a few minutes....sometimes days...weeks. Once a little over a year. If the player is good and can keep DIVA amused.
Like a vampire craves blood. I crave the game.
Sometimes I see confusion in the players eyes.
What "are they" thinking?
Did they think the game would last longer or that "they" would be the "exception"?
They knew the rules of no rules.
GAMES OVER
And I disappear for a few weeks, or months.
Savoring the game, reliving details.
Diva's time outs, no intrusions. Going out only when necessary. Living in a cocoon state. Recouping, sleeping, eating, self indulgence.
Then the restlessness returns.
It always does.
n emptiness only the game can fill.
Players are so easy to find.
The challenge is...who to pick. Their skill level, their ability to amuse, suffer abuse, then lose.
If only they would believe their predessors.
But they never do....
that's the beauty of the game.

Submitted/written by Diva Blue 1998.

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