Stockholm Syndrome

This poem is a story told through the eyes of a kidnapped girl who falls in love with her abductor.

Stockholm syndrome

 

Darkness

Dance of the heart

Fevered silence

The splintering face

Whom I know

Only too well

Whom I have

Never seen until now

Seen through my blindfolded eyes

He who is my everything

My breath

My food

My water

What importance

Of the silver-lined moon,

Whose full belly must have shone over the Earth,

Many times since I have seen my family last?

What importance of the greedy sun

What lit up my heart in the flames of love, once?

But only in the darkness

Of this dank, suffocating room

Then do I feel the tug of my heart

As the flames of love lap against it’s dancing feet.

Dancing for my life

Like a caught bird

Burning for my captor

Like the twisting razor-lined maze of fate

The fate that laughed as it brought me here

The cruelty

The pain

The terror

His laughter

Like music as it bids my heart to dance.

The police sirens, like a death knell

As they swarm like flies over a corpse.

The corpse as soot

From the fire that once burned

And my heart that dances slower

With every musical beat.

The day his criminal heart stopped dancing

The day I was set free

And the gunshot that pierced the air and his tangled soul

Rivaled my tears of pain and lost love.

Author's Note

Comments are appreciated! Criticize is welcomed, but be moderate in it please.

Reviews

[Vitamin A]

This is compelling. An interesting twist on a kidnapping. I love the contrast between pain and happiness in this.

[DC Gentleman]

Very deep... and the feeling you were tryin to invoke was pulled off very well. Very creative idea as well...

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