Some old writting
I am here naked, broken and embarrassed; freed from the chains that you
never meant to put on me. My muscles atrophied from all this time; not
strong enough to have broken the chains on their own, not strong enough
to hold my undersized body upright now that the chains are gone. The
imprints red and swollen on my wrists pulsate; blood pools just bellow
the surface of my translucent skin.
I look over at you. You are as naked and broken as I am, but you are
also taken aback. You didn’t expect this to happen to you. I see in you
a kind of disbelief that a creature as insignificant and unsure as I
could have done this to your stubborn spirit. How did my weak body bring
yours to surrender? Your body is not like mine, your muscles are strong
and capable; you broke your own chains. You still don’t know how to
deal with that.
We are sprawled next to each other, naked, quivering, bleeding, not
touching. I caress your face; you lift your eyes and then divert them
quickly, guiltily. You rise, pull on your black jeans, and leave,
closing the door behind you. I am a lone, shaking and sobbing in your
bed. I pull my legs inward, towards my chest. I surrender.
never meant to put on me. My muscles atrophied from all this time; not
strong enough to have broken the chains on their own, not strong enough
to hold my undersized body upright now that the chains are gone. The
imprints red and swollen on my wrists pulsate; blood pools just bellow
the surface of my translucent skin.
I look over at you. You are as naked and broken as I am, but you are
also taken aback. You didn’t expect this to happen to you. I see in you
a kind of disbelief that a creature as insignificant and unsure as I
could have done this to your stubborn spirit. How did my weak body bring
yours to surrender? Your body is not like mine, your muscles are strong
and capable; you broke your own chains. You still don’t know how to
deal with that.
We are sprawled next to each other, naked, quivering, bleeding, not
touching. I caress your face; you lift your eyes and then divert them
quickly, guiltily. You rise, pull on your black jeans, and leave,
closing the door behind you. I am a lone, shaking and sobbing in your
bed. I pull my legs inward, towards my chest. I surrender.