Ps: Last evening, I saw a man in my neighbour beating his wife infront of everyone just because she went out with her friends without asking him and after some moments i observed that everyone was okay with that thing, the society, the man and the woman. I wonder how deep the wounds should be on someone's body and heart to gather enough courage for raising voice against inhumanity? Or maybe inhumanity is what's left. I wrote this for domestic violence and stockholm syndrome. Writing this was hurting for me.
~ Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response to being held captive. People with Stockholm syndrome form a psychological connection with their captors and begin sympathizing with them.
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ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
People are like houses and homes with multiple floors and nameplates. People are like houses and homes with an omelette frying in non-stick pan on stove and some wheat breads toasting in years old toaster. People are like houses and homes with damped walls and dirty curtains, with dry throats and wet eyes.
I am a home with cracked pillars and crooked infrastructure, with shattered windows and weeping widows. I am a home with dysfunctional family, I am a home with arguments at dinner, silence in the mornings and violence at evenings.
My husband says he's home while stumbling against the entrance door and home's furniture. The caramel shaded glass bottle slips through his hands and shreds all over the marble floor. I collect the pieces of glasses until it tears my flesh and he wails at me for staining the floor with my blood and slaps me till the impression of his hands doodles a sullen landscape on my face. I apologise and greet him "welcome home, love" and hide the marks on my face with concealer.