Totenstille / Deathly Quiet: A Poem

I was locked into a room with you

And your insanity. I wondered how

Long it would take to absorb it as well.


I asked myself, would it enter my body

At all? Does the confined space make me

Less resilient, more impressionable?


What would be the factor of my defeat?

Your victory against me? Would it be the time

Spent with you in darkness? Or the corseted space?


Or would it be me, my ears, my eyes, my mind

Open, my wounds letting you in, letting you

Heal my wounds instead of doing it myself?


Or would you make it physical, the dance to get

Under my skin?

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