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727 · Dec 2015
You Must Be Kidding Me
Elza Tanari Dec 2015
It began one dim Saturday morning:
I was the lost pilgrim around,
He was the most dignified luminary.

He turned out to be my stockholm syndrome
The closest thing I had to a light

We used to look around
Back then
We wanted to see the whole world
We wanted it all.

One morning
One sirenic morning I will always despise
We decided to look around too much
Down the street there was some goddess
She was gracious
It was nothing- yet not so pointless

From that moment on
Our string twisted
The edges grew distant

And then it happened

Oh no!

He stumbled upon the *****
Alas, that goddess who wasn't anything.
The air
It was sharp, so excruciating

The next day
I thought my system had broken
I thought my chest had burst into flames
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still he is in my thoughts
I think
About how it all changed that a.m.

I am letting hope blaze

My eyes... Ouch!
When I think of that far-flung dream
The luminary and myself.

— The End —