abrasions

by palafax

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-07-19 13:21:00

your hands may be raw
from holding my leash
the leather is splitting
i need some relief
worried it will snap
wrap it taut around your hand
nothing you can say
stops me pulling away
the collar tightens
the studs are sharp
my breath grows shorter
my eyes grow dark
choking and wretching
in reponse to your malice
and all you can do
is tend to your callus