Stockholm

 Tied

bound

shoved in a trunk...waiting for a cast of light.

Captors footsteps.

His body by the door?

Listening?

He says nothing...

Passing of time.

Silence.

I rage under my gags.

Why have you brought me here?

Though he keeps me,

he will not say.

He starves me.

Takes me from my shelf  from time to time,

turning and turning.

Reminding himself of his having,

keeping me from light of day.

no living.

no dying.

no light.

no dark.

no pleasure.

no pain.

no love.

no hate.

Possessed.

Silence

Passing of time

Silence.