Trapped, imprisoned, stuck
between this feeling's clutches,
the most dangerous of all.
I miss my breath,
I can't think,
my heart hurts.
Not only in chains,
but also in apnea.
Just like them,
our Mothers.
Women from Middle Age:
if she dies, she's innocent;
if she lives, she's a witch.
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Poem - A Witch
PoetryAbout pain, about prisons. About magic, about love. Sul dolore, sulle prigioni. Sulla magia, sull'amore.
