50 Shades
Forget the contract, you hit me
for free. Yes, sir. More, sir. I’m wet
with tears for knuckles blazing and skin
pink then yellow and green like the mold
in our refrigerator. You hit me twice for that.
And it’s three a.m. with street light flickering
ivory sheets like a coffin, breathe in breathe out
your hand on my bare stomach and maybe if
I bite my lip and you were a millionaire fucking
in your playroom I wouldn’t have attracted
that man’s attention shame on you whore. Slap
it out of me. May I have another? Be grateful,
you hissed, I don’t hit you were it shows. Liar.
Each mark shines like Northern Lights, my inner goddess
my shameful writhing on beige carpet, foot in ribs
heart in throat. We don’t have a safe word. Red.
I forgot to pick up your dry cleaning.
Body tenses, your head nuzzles into my shoulder.
You only love me when you’re sleeping. I’ll be
punished until I’m fifty shades of purple, violet
at the ankles you drag, plum freckling my neck.
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Manic - A Book of Poetry
PoesieAn ever-growing collection of poetry from the racing thoughts of a twenty one year old female.