Sunday, December 13, 2020

I hope that my illness takes you hostage

I hope my illness takes you hostage
perhaps i could pay you back

For all the times the thriving version
stood in a more perfect path

I hope I make it difficult to 
turn away as I linger

Your shackles chains and branks are lashed to
my beatific fingers
I can still see you in the middle 
of a constricting circle

Your necks are craned and faces cluttered
with shadows of this miracle

by Ilyn
"Not long for Illinois."

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