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I happened to read about the girl in a box , Colleen Stan recently and her story really shook me. I tried to imagine myself in such a situation and find it impossible to sound optimistic , so honest I'm being. 



Dear whoever who gets this,

I hope you really do get this.
But I am pretty sure he will tear this up.
 Another one of his psychological games.
I don’t really know my name
Not anymore
Like before

Objects don’t need names
That is insane!
But I was a person once before
Used to hate my life
For being so normal.

Perfect parents
Enough income
Boring lifestyle
I wish I could get back to that life
haha

He penetrates me everyday
Tearing parts of me for himself
My flesh fully exposed
My limbs chained to the ground
I am his slave now.

He let me escape once
I think 5 years back?
Could be months too
Hell is always for eternity.

I was out in his front yard
Naked except for my cuffs
Unused to all the sunlight
And freedom of my limbs
My starved body wouldn’t move
Shivering in terror
I was almost thankful
when he came with his stun gun
And told me he always knew I couldn’t do it.

Why am I saying all this to you?
Please take my baby
And raise her well.
I can’t be a mother
From the bowels of hell.



Comments

  1. A powerful and stark poem which does the prompt justice

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  2. Wow! So alive! Such Hell. Humans are the only animals that treat each other this way. May your poem bring many new visibility, new hope, new life.

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  3. This is so hard hitting in its entirety and must have been difficult to write. Certainly well penned.

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  4. Oh, you have painted a very realistic image of what one twisted person can do to another. The most poignant lines: please take my baby. I cant be a mother from the bowels of hell. This poem has enormous impact.

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  5. Please take my baby...incredible. Powerful and thought provoking write.

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  6. Well that is a graphic picture you painted. Sadly your fiction is so true and largely ignored. You are a human but sorry to say that doesn't mean you get humane treatment, as they are a foul race of animals and have been for millenia.

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  7. wow I have seen the movie recently. You absolutely nailed this horrific ordeal of this hell

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  8. It is a cruel world... that is what I kept thinking about while reading your poem. A powerful poem. I just wish it had been fiction...

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  9. Stark and haunting, Samyuktha. Well done.

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