Battered Eyes

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f-cynyr
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This is for you,
battered eyes losing spring,
and a twitch
that became all of you.

In despair,
without light, I
shout and shout again,

until the shout injures
the night.
Your flesh chewed and mauled,

and I with bloodied mouth
your heart bitten,
twisting in my buffeting air.

This our end,
my fingers and thoughts decipher
the loss, a cavity of sorrow.

The distance grows
and then
another cycle.

Implements of pain,
clamps and whips
and rope.
I am an expert in pain,
my hands draw your tears,
burning in the silent
despairing night,
lost to the body that you loved.

My voice razors and needles,
peels the shell of the egg
you treasure deep
inside.

Now no leap can
embrace through the
thicket of thorns.

Quills barbed and
embedded
you trembling,
weeping alone,
empty of what little
you had left.

And I, for the first of
many times,
grasp the end,
the agonies. Agonizing
torture that I
give
as gifts.

Your flesh weeps and twitches,
I lash and lash till my arm aches.
Then nothing. Time peels away
and peels away, but nothing is revealed.

No blossom. No bloom.
Only the crying, only the smothering
darkness of us silent beside the other.

No reaching of hands.
No sharing of warmth.
Just the silence
and the darkness.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
AND THE WEEPING

for tears to the earth. TK U MLJ LV NV

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Not!

A very unreasonable situation.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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BDSM gone bad here

It's not about power but

Just about pain and

When it backfires the

Sub has all the power.

KRKRabout 18 years ago
Illustrative

It may be me projecting, but this poem seems to illustrate what goes wrong in BDSM. The Dom gives pain, which he appears to be expert at, but the sub is not enjoying it, and thus neither is he. There is despair and sorrow instead of a glowing endorphin rush and that entwined spiral of pleasure/pain. What the sub seems to seek and get is battery and emptiness, and in the end there is nothing. No aftercare, "No reaching of hands / No sharing of warmth. / Just the silence / and the darkness." Too many people equate abuse with love, too many people seek to quell the demons within through giving or receiving pain. I was filled with sadness for the Dom, for in this scenario there was no power exchange, no eroticism, just grimness. Was he just an instrument of the punishment the sub inflicted upon herself? The question in my mind is why continue? Safe and consensual this might have been, but sane? No... The Dom should have stopped, I think, when he found he was not enjoying the process, when pleasure and dialogue were absent, when it was revealed that the pain-slut's motivation was abuse. The sub in this scenario needed therapy on a couch, not at the end of a lash. She was in BDSM for the wrong reasons.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
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in emotion with intense images...great pen...bluerains

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