Through the Cracked Glass

It is sunset and I can see the clouds rolling in.
My hands bound, my mouth gagged as I await for his return
What seems like hours is only minutes.
He walk through the door, staring at my limp thin body
Knowing that what is in store for me, will make me yearn.

I stare through the cracked glass at what looks like someone new.
He takes her hand and guides her to door. They walk inside
He begins to tie her up and show her how the master works.

It is blurred by my sweat, I cannot see what he sees.
A firm tight body as mine used to be
He will humiliate her ,
make love to her and make it as if he has thrown me away.
Perhaps so that I will be more obedient.

I hear his boots walking loudly
He opens the door and tosses her in, untied and willing

Feed on my pet, she is her for your taking.
He was not talking to me…….
She made me hers as he does

And he watched through the cracked glass…..