stockholm syndrome

playing peek-a-boo in a hurricane

of rebel flags and lullabies

she’s swallowed in his eyes

where wild, dialated pupils

are hung like killing moons

disarming by design

she’s kept and camouflaged

by the fallacy of captivity

a favorite among the hostages

in a mood of pregnant madness

conceived by brilliance and abandon

with a self deprecating antagonist

handsome like Hemingway

dismayed like Defoe

he thirsts for the danger

and she forgets ‘home’

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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