Talons

Your ascent
to healing,
My descent,
To delirium.

Clutched by thoughts,
Like bony talons,
Skull pierced,
Brain gripped,
Vice-like,
Unrelenting.

I fought
Day and night,
To free myself,
And I felt,
The grasp loosen.

It was just
A cruel joke,
A hawk,
Playing with her prey.

Clutch, release,
Then clutch again,
A wicked game,
By a ghostly apparition.

So it goes,
The rise and fall,
Till the ghost fades,
And becomes liminal.

Like an old tattoo,
A battle scar,
A sobering reminder,
Of when affection,
Turned into obsession.

2 thoughts on “Talons

    • It’s more about limerence or an obsession that just won’t go away, but I guess it can be construed in the sense of entitlement or “the friend zone”. Had not thought of it that way at all.

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