by naxie
Greating enjoyed this poem, which can be read in so many ways... as a straight D/s intense aftermath, possibly with an ageplay component. Or as a retelling of childhood abuse...It's power increases with the many ways the reader can interpret it.
All those who put us to shame. Miserable and pitiful they all are in their own existence. They snipe at us with myriad of tools, varied in shapes and colors. The secret of their power: they know we will take in their poisonous creations, harbor them inside, despite ourselves. No it’s never our fault. But over time we hope to depose of our tormenters. Tell them, your time is up, and the more you talk the smaller and vaguer you become.
A student of the same class.
I agree with MNS, and will add that it is as powerful as it is unusual.
BD