I feel cheated.
Deprived.
After all those blows
and all that pain
why is the canvas of my
ass but spattered with spots
of pink? Where are my
black and blue badges of courage?
My heart is scarred by your
anger. Your words left
dark red cane stripes on my soul.
I peer over my shoulder,
straining to see my ass in the mirror.
Ah! There's one! Two days gone
and the red belt mark has morphed
to blue. I breathe a prayer of thanks.
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