The War on Blatancy

[vanishinghope]

I am so sick of it.

I’m so tired of waking up every afternoon and placing my hands into the chains fitted for my wrists. The ropes and cables tied to my ankles have felt slightly tighter these past few weeks, but what’s a little constriction gonna hurt? My pride? Oh please…

It’s the collar around my neck that really gets to me. The collar is the only

Comments

[anonymous]

Can you tell me what this is about?

[anonymous]

I mean the part about the masked man and the whore.

[vanishinghope]

can i know who this is first? it's kinda random to get a comment on here after it was written so long ago...and id feel better explaining my writing to someone who isnt anonymous...

[midnite_black]

It was me. Figured if I posted as myself you wouldnt tell me. Just curious.because its a.good short, I just dont get that part.

[midnite_black]

The other anonymous ones were not me tho.

[vanishinghope]

ok...it all connects back to my writing style.