Stockholm syndromeA Poem by Ana B.I trace my lips
unbidden, Savoring the
unintentional wisdom That your breath kept
hidden… And so the heart began
its fission.
Quite fond of walking among
these anaglyphs But still… to sculpt
you’d have to cut through… So I settled on
watching from the high cliffs The requiem on water,
that smoothly overgrew
the shores.
Yet it’s still playing
the sweet plea. This illusion of love
has captured so many… But so very few want
to break free Don’t I know that
better than any?
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