You Do It All The Time

Hide and Seek

Self-fulfilling is the safe word
in times of bondage
loyalty to what hurts
more prays neon tears
toward the left aisle
On the way out of where you thought holy
existed was merely a place to catch
your breath before the next stroke
of the lash
bat them once; twice; bowl over
promises never kept for very long
suffer no ounce of squeezed hands
It’s all happening the way you agreed
Hush – the welts dry in time
the clear fluid attached to the healing
is a sign you can do it again
again, just speak louder next time
The words made to stop the pain

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. http://www.lbisonartist.com

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