Copyright © 2004 by Daican
Author’s Note: This item was originally written to be an entry in a short story contest that had a limit of 50 words, but for some now forgotten reason, it was never submitted.
She has lost.
“Stand straight!”
Shoes removed.
Scissors cold against flesh.
Skirt, blouse, underwear, hose, all destroyed.
Exposed. Totally naked.
“Kneel!”
Hard tile cools spread knees.
Hemp binds wrists to elbows.
Leather collar, metal leash.
“Come, slave.”
Slave.
Her life ends.
Shivering, fearful, she rises, ecstatic.
Slave.
Her life begins.
End
This is a powerful poem. I love it!
Thanks for sharing Daican.