Saturday, September 1, 2018

Happily, Ever After. by Aneka Brunssen


he was stabbed
by a fading shell
when she left to
find the facade
- which cut off
her air supply.
and the nurse
called it
          Stockholm Syndrome.
and his mother
called it
          Killing Time.
she was stabbed
by his wild mind
and a little boy's
precious yellow
bird is still just
lost in the trash.
and the stranger
called it
          Experience.
and her father
called it
           Existence.

and they did not live
happily, ever after.







ANEKA BRUNSSEN is a writer, poet and graduate student from Bremen, Germany, with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature and Cultural Studies. Aneka has written several non-fiction essays, in both German and English, as well as a few short stories, articles, reviews and poetry collections. Her work has been published in several American and German print and online literary journals as well as magazines. She is currently working on an autobiographical novel and a poetry collection. You can find samples of her work her: http://spacetrashpoetry.weebly.com

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