The Fort Poem by anais vionet

The Fort



Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic

I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret

Friday, July 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: parents,teen,virus
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sometimes you have to wrestle with authority
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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