MySpace by Anna Maria Papaoikonomou
Every time you’re near me, I lose my bodily autonomy. I guess it’s worth it, Since you can’t think of a way to walk through Without grabbing my waist. Feeling your clammy palms snatching my arm, A plethora of sickness as you aim to seize my neck Just so that you could whisper in my ear, Pretending it’s too loud to speak, I never let you, enter this space. This space, it requires a distance, Something not too essential for you. Perhaps, you find me familiar, Just like you find yourself too.
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