On being Susie, tonight I write

IMG_1989She makes my head swim,

She is me,

The girl I want to be,

For someone.


Being Susie,

Dressed for spring,

In lace and frills,

Skirt hitched high over stocking tops.


Beside him,

His hand clutching cane,

Another hand grabs


I throb.


Anticipating my demise,

My sink into submission,

Sir laughs,

Cuts a crack across bare skin.
Susie jumps,

Her back arches,

Feet tiptoe as pain bites.


Susie wet,

Cotton clad cheeks,

Susie sleeps,


Cheeks scalded,

Body folded,

Susie dreams,

Of cream,

On burning cheeks.




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