Reason to be Squick

 

 

The rhythmic lashes ripping across skin
degrading silent tears that softly fall
and harshly spoken words take away all;
my broken spirit marked with trails of sin.

Humiliation that turned my selfish pride
against me and led to my fall from grace,
my eyes no longer dare to see her face
and still my love remains yet is denied.

Her needles burn, I feel each numbing prick,
her words torment me, dragging through my mind,
when subjugated her needs are not declined,
no rage, I'm left alone and feeling squick.

My heart content to go that extra mile,
to know my love is wearing beauty's smile.

 

 

JF 06 May 2009