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Ode to Giovanni

TW: death, sex, pain

I loved Giovanni

I loved his name, the way he spoke, the way he thought, the way he pulled us in deep

The way he fell in love

With David

The way he became obsessed

With a man who could never love him back, who would never let himself

Love him back.

A man who was trapped in an adamant society

Trapped in a skin of superficiality, a skin of ignorance

A man confined to a rigid role, a rigid reality

A man confined to the Garden of Eden

A man unwilling to bear with the beast

Within himself

A man who could only live within himself,

Or that beast would awaken.

A man inextricably bound to his author

Inextricably bound to me.

They fell in love in Giovanni’s Room.

A small room, strewn with empty bottles

Cardboard boxes

Heavy red wine, seeping on the floor





A mess

In here, Giovanni was rotting.

This was the evidence of his turmoil

His torment