The caller was a detective. His words were that our baby was found alive and well.
He said to meet him as soon as possible. Wishing each tree and house we drove past would be the last. Yearning to get there faster. Heart beating. I could think of nothing but smothering my beautiful baby with kisses forever.
Each red traffic light seemed to make us wait so long. Then the green light only allowed the car to travel in slow motion. Fearful thoughts of the abductor of our boy, kept flashing into my mind. Racing to the house of the address we were given, a uniformed policewoman held him out for us to take him. My scream could be heard for miles, as I collapsed to the floor. That’s not our baby boy.
Categories:
abductor, baby,
Form: Prose Poetry
their daughter is missing
there is a candle lit vigil
parents put out a heartfelt plea
their next door neighbor
consoles her family with the right words
cameras capture his genuine sadness
their daughter is furious
watching from the cell
he has made her in his basement
As her parents hug her abductor on TV
Categories:
abductor, dark,
Form: Free verse
He’s out there again. I turn my head, but there is silence.
Are you sure it’s the same guy? I look but they have disappeared.
What do you think he wants? I inch myself to the window and move the curtain.
Don’t do that! A voice shouts. Shh! I say, peeking out a sliver of glass.
There is a car, but I do not see a man. Maybe they have imagined it.
“What are you doing?” I jump from fright. “Nothing,” I say.
My abductor glares at me. “Do I need to tie you tighter?
I release the curtain. His eyes stare at me. He is making a decision.
He will kill you tonight, a voice says. I do not doubt it. I believe it actually.
If we untie you, do you promise to run? The other girl asks.
They have been here longer than I have been here, but neither run.
I wonder about this, and about the guy they supposedly see out the window.
How can you see out the window through the wall? I ask them.
We are dead, one says. That’s how we can untie you. Psychically.
I am shocked, for I know they are right. I blocked their bodies out.
Not able to stand the truth. I let myself sleep, waiting for the end.
Categories:
abductor, dark,
Form: Narrative
Fear, the dictator restricting my movements and constricting my lungs.
The fear of failure, thunder, and loss is controlling me.
The world is so loud, all thoughts are drowned out.
Who can drown in panic and fear and resurface alive?
My brain holds me back, I am the only restriction,
We are tethered to the past, like simple trained animals.
The only chance of freedom is learning to move on,
Move on from fear, from past traumas that haunt you.
Fear is the abductor of the mind, we are hostages;
The way out is to fight, but we are scared.
Categories:
abductor, fear, freedom,
Form: Free verse
She is friendly and as welcoming as anyone in the neighborhood in the spring, outside, in her garden.
She collects neighbors the way anteaters collect ants, without hardly trying.
They see her out there, and they put on their spring jackets and join her.
She listens and she laughs, and she enjoys them like no other person ever has, appreciating them.
They invite her to their houses, but she dare not go, so she makes an excuse.
They only see her in the spring, which seems curious, but they are too busy showing themselves to ask about her life.
She seems private, somehow, and they respect that.
None of them know that she lives a secret life, a terrifying life, inside the house, with her abductor.
No one knows that she was kidnapped when she was nine, and she is fearful of everyone, even them.
No one realizes that he is watching, and seething with anger that he let her out, worried about what she might say.
As they flock to her, to have her listen to them, he is plotting how he will make her pay.
And she does.
It is her last outing.
Categories:
abductor, friendship love, irony, mystery,
Form: Prose Poetry
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
Categories:
abductor, angst, religion, satire, peace,
Form: Burlesque