A Domestic This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

June 29, 2012
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
how you looped me up

the way you did with

what i thought was a rope too thin-

clueless bout your brick-laced whip

and sh** your hands- what iron grip!

but who am i to speak? no i recall

all tension sweet fruit could not withdraw

and saddle sores sinking deep inches into skin,

your bum sore and my back broken.

“arbeit macht frei” you say

but me, still looped up quietly,

think abandoned post on a short,

short leash,

am destined to neigh for company-

why? is one sh**ty mystery.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback