FOLIE A DEUX
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FOLIE A DEUX

Dear Sir:

You have corrupted my imagination

Inflaming my blood with something I cannot describe

I have been tossing about and cannot sleep.

You have disturbed me with your stories

of shivering children.

"Someone has to keep them warm."

I begin to like the things you speak of

It’s as if they’re happening to me,

and there’s pleasure in powerlessness.

One day I will grow tired of playing

the victim. Until then....

Submissively, yours

rose