Total Raised: £4250

Sunday, 6 November 2011


As the affection grew, it twisted.
Scissors cutting at the hair she never let
her mother touch. In a cracked pool
beneath the floor boards, she tried
to hang it up in ringlets. She said
I do, whilst he beckoned to her
finger nails, her fingers - her limbs
opening paper envelopes. Deliver us
from sin. Deliver me whole
in part and apart. Deliver us.

When she wrote home in blood
it was to request they send a dowry.
Love you mum; it's nice here. 
Though there aren't many windows. 

[tag word: STOCKHOLM [syndrome] - Scott Pack @meandmybigmouth]

100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International. 

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