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‘Persephone’

Oh, how strong the far off wind Which whistles through the alleyways; How familiar, the distorted voice Which penetrates in my mind. Out of reach. Close. Closer Then Gone. I feel as if an octopus has wrapped his long tentacles around my neck. I’m afraid. Afraid of my feelings, afraid of his face. This is a dream, I’m aware. But I dream so much So much that I can’t tell the difference. His hands around my neck feel awfully real, His hands, his neck, his mouth. Too Close. I see bright sunlight, abundance of relief. But then it dissipates. I hear his voice. A constant prisoner. I have no control. Like Persephone, I’ll be back soon. Let me go.