An Exploration of Stockholm Syndrome

by Rebecca Au

I have known you care little for me
I love you because I’ve no one else.
I am unmet desire. A half
I cannot extricate myself
From threads of habit, bloody bonds
Of God, boss, father: you are all.
Cut, I ooze closer.
Sap sours the struggle, lays me limp.
I press against the laces, yet
Aim to please. The ties tighten. My
Sight-globes are marbles.
I blink before imperfect you.
Rebound, habits baked as cupcakes.
Forget, and reappear. A whole,

Thumbnail image by Evelyn Stetzer.