Dark shadows

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

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