It could have been the second paragraph
When something formed synaptically within
her heart. It could have been the second half
of this: “compelled to watch, itself a sin.”
She knew it was a story, thus, a lie
and yet, she let the story touch her soul
like god, who never gave her prayers reply
surrendering her will to his control.
The words were all familiar to her mind
Each syllable performed its rhythmic dance
the same as when the letters first combined
though different than her present circumstance
It could have been the second, or the first
that brought her to this literary thirst.