Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Stockholm
your teeth tore at my throat
as my legs
wrapped around your waist
gripped you tight
they were covered in
half-healed crescent-moons themselves
amongst a backdrop of
purple bruises
my screams silenced
became moans and whimpers
lifting your snarling face to mine
your eyes shone like black discs
and I bit your soft lips
‘tween my own bared teeth
right after I had licked them
mewling for mercy
my cheeks were covered in tears
but my heart
hammered in my chest
helpless and hurting and hungry
you fucking animal
my back bears as many red stripes
as your own
grappling for power
we rolled to the floor unceremoniously
thump
you used it to your advantage and
pushed yourself
deep into my heart
again and again and again
so that when I finally relaxed
your final thrust released
so much of yourself
inside me
examining myself the next morning
I wasn’t quite sure
what parts were you and
which were me
and somehow by then
I didn’t really seem to mind
tara caribou | ©2020
Read more like this in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.
18 Comments on “Stockholm”
Raw Earth Ink 
Nice imagery. I have not found the reference to Sweden. Really good read.
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It’s alluding to the controversial branch of ptsd known as Stockholm Syndrome in which a captive begins to sympathize with and even care for their captors.
I was referring to two people who fall for one another, in which you can’t really tell who has taken over whom. He is captivated by her and she is captivated by him. They leave marks upon one another to the point where neither can tell who has taken who.
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Thank you. You are amazing. Still a great presentation.
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Sounds familiar
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As a means to survive, I let her in, time and time again, a hostage, but somehow enamored by the idea of what might be if reality wasn’t so dim. It is an odd sensation, the darkness, the distorted feelings, the paradox, and I think you captured it well. It’s relatable for me on many levels. The closing lines, not being able to distinguish parts is a stellar way to close out this type of write. – B
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Thanks Brian. I’m glad you can understand, even if I’m not very happy you can…
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Love this Tara!
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Thanks Mariam, I am so happy you do.
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This is very good!
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Thank you, T. So so very much.
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Brutally brilliant, Tara. Really well-crafted.
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Superbly evoked! Great read!
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Thank you so much.
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It’s a pleasure
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Incredibly well written, fucking erotic. ❤❤❤
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Thanks Jack. I miss sharing my more erotic pieces and my erotica in general, so knowing that it’s appreciated makes my day. Thank you.
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I was just reading about Trauma Bonding the other day. Very well written and emotional as usual.
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Thanks Cassa. That must have been interesting reading. I myself did quite a bit of research and it appears that most psychologists don’t believe it’s a “real thing”… but it’s still an interesting concept.
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