Wild

Architect.
That would be the first thing
She tells you.

Prague.
This is where
She calls her second home.

And then, if you are lucky.
Or good.
She might tell you about
Her life.
Her romances.
All the men
Who professed their love for her.

But you might wonder
Why is she telling you
Things that surely
Took a toll on her.

But you won’t care.
For you would know
That she is merely expressing
Her view
Her thirst
Her enthusiasm
For life.

Much like how her eyes
Betray her nature.
The way they dart
This way and that
Behind her bangs
Like the savannah
That hides
The majestic gazelle.

And then you know
Why all those men
In her stories
Were helpless
In their captivity.

For there is only
One word
That can fully
Describe the soul
That lives behind
These eyes.

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Hankit Mok

I live to tell stories. Sometimes, I get paid for them.

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