From one place to another.
From my 30s to my teenage years.
From Sweden to Brazil.
I’ve been 17 again.
Hiding truths.
Telling lies.
For nine months now.
Corrupted.
By dark eyes.
Long eyelashes.
Soft lips.
Brazilian Portuguese.
With a bottomless
desire to keep the light on
to watch him
To consume
To possess
To scream, shout and fight
To throw it all out the window
Only to find myself back in his hands an hour later
My Maddy Travel 