deceptively innocent in
appearance,
the slender reed waits.
I chose to be here.
I came willingly and in need of deep catharsis,
wanting my outside to match my
shredded inside.
Mostly though, I came seeking cleansing and reclamation of my own power,
knowing I would find it.
A positioning tap, an upward swish and
a whistle on its return trip down,
sends searing white-hot lightening across my whole-milk thigh.
Thunder cracks the silence, (my skin) and
a scream echoes inside my head,
but stops cold as I fight to simply inhale.
Pain blooms clear to the bone
and molten lava runs across my lap
dripping down my inner thighs.
Six of the best or
half a dozen of the other,
but really all the same.
I wrestle with self preservation and,
exhaling the shallow breath I have drawn,
break the expectant silence once again
…Thank you, Sir, may I have another?
Being the one ultimately in control,
the implication of my own directive surges through me
the radiance long held invisibly within my being escapes my chest,
blinding all who might come near,
save for the most courageous.
In an instant, everything was changed.
~ Mk Michaels, 2010
