The leather whip slapped
against her exposed thigh
She arched her back
and moaned when the bondage
cut at her wrists and ankles
she purred his name
"Michael"
He spat in her face
"Who's Michael?!" he questioned
"Who the fuck is Michael?"
He walked in a circle around her
smacking her with the leather whip
"You bitch. Who's Michael?"
She was crying blood tinged tears
between sobs she yelled
"Michael is my angel, my savior"
He hit her harder until
it was hard for her to breath
"You lying bitch."
He spat in her face once more
and with her final breath
She spoke his name
"Michael."
Author notes
i couldn't sleep and it was floating around in my head just waiting to burst onto the paper :]
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sad way to die, yet an interesting read.
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ok that is a bad way to die
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yeah i know. i was pretty sure i would take it a different way too. but i didn't
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I like the way you have managed to turn an erotic poem at the start into one of such pain and anguish. I think you have done really well i liked it a lot. At the end you even managed to bring it back to a sense of self with her final breath she muttered his name. Good write.
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interesting, at first i thought you were taking this poem in a whole different direction, then you surprised me with how you turned it around. i really liked it!
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wow.... this is good yet somehow sad. I enjot=yed reading and i like the description put into it.
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