An ardent young
woman captive
in a suburban
basement, now
reported missing
but I’m here
though you don’t
see me, no matter
how loudly I bark
your real name,
sing your secret
needs, or tear
the scab off your
stifled yearning
while you sleep—
I am the obscured
object of your
aching night,
the blackest hole
in your desire.
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Author:
Vipassana (
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