‘Stiltskin

His name looms
so oft repeated
whatever magic it once held
is now inert

Her savior
turned captor
turned right round
till she doesn’t know

If there’s love there
it’s a base thing
a life
preserved for what

An empty shrug
she’d been resigned to
since before he showed up
repeated

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