Non-Erotic PoetryRed Cuts and Yellow BruisesRed cuts and yellow bruises
fade slowly in the night.
Sin, disgust, misuse and pain—
prey's rude digestion.
Purple tortured hurt of mother—
purgatory's long maternal winter.
Mantra of the Mistress,
allays with corporal touch.
Words of sunlight's warmth,
easing my affliction:
no right, no wrong, no pain or shame,
no humiliation.
Sunlight brightens the darkened night.
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for her
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