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A Thousand Paper Bags
By: Victoria Polsinelli
You have me tied on such a faint string
A lantern over my light
You turn my flames to dust
You are a giant that reigns over me
You hold all of the cards
A poker chip on the table
I was bought with affection and sold with greed
You’ve got me sinking in my desire for you
A hook in my mouth drags me along
Sleepless nights causing my affliction
To my addiction
Your smell, your eyes
Your consuming nature
I run to the phone when it rings
I pray for your voice
That one day stops speaking, but I will never be free
Even in death we cannot part
Victoria Polsinelli is a long-time Woodbridge resident who loves to travel. Her poem is about an overbearing boyfriend and his submissive girlfriend. Even when people die, their presence remains.