To Pain
I think of you each night. I think of how you brought me to life with your sweet, stinging touch. How you found me lying in the mud and gave me back the spark of life that I had lost. Each night I long for you, for nothing makes me feel more alive than your violent caress.
I love all the ways that you come to me. You come to me when I’m on my knees and I’m kicked like a dog. You come to me as a beautiful dyke, cane in hand. You come to me in the teeth that sink into my flesh. You come to me as the hand around my neck. You come to me as the knife that draws out my blood. You come to me when a cigarette is extinguished on my flesh.
The way you linger with me is the greatest blessing I could ask. You linger in the bruises that remind me of you when I sit. You linger in the marks on my wrist from the metal jaws of the cuffs. You linger in the scabs on knees, from when I was demonstrating my devotion to you. You linger in the healing wounds from where I was hurt best.
You found this girl shaped body, and you knew that life could spring from it with the right encouragement. You gave me the kiss of the lash and like that I was full of life once again. And now I wander after you, hoping for your sweet violent kiss again, your devoted thrall. Your little pain slut.
GirlinRobot