Stockholm Syndrome
By Riley Larkin
Chest tube leaking blood from the side of my breast
Alone and uncertain
in this pale blue hospital dress
He told me he loves me
With a closed fist that felt like a loaded gun
cracking three ribs that must have argued with my lung
sign this waver
We’re running out of time
I wonder if he wouldof brought flowers to my grave.
If I didn’t write my name on that line
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