SPOTLIGHT: Exit Wounds by Anne Göthe

One of a kind

I craved
until I starved
for the love I have
only found
in your
empty words

And within your words
I have found
more warmth
than I have ever felt
in the arms
of another


I have no willpower
to refuse your hands
around my neck
any longer
For they are
my greatest weakness


I can’t decide just yet
If I have found heaven
or hell
between those sheets
As I keep crawling back
into your arms
While your hand is
still wrapped
around the dagger
in my back

Stockholm Syndrome

I have found myself
in your arms
Foolishly thinking
they were

The Bitter Truth

Half loved
or not at all
Doesn’t make
a difference
after all

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