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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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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