Like a lisp

Like a whisper

There he sat, humbly kneeling
his blue eyes betrayed fear
and a visible sorrow
left his eyes, without tears
The tears would follow later
when she nailed him to her cross
and let her single tail dance across his back

His fear did not seem to bother her
nor did his moans halt her actions
She grabbed him by the hair,
pulled his head back,
let her long red nails glide along his lips
smiled at him – her sweetest smile –
and continued his ordeal with a heavy hand

Red grew redder
and there was no longer any difference in the paths
that crossed each other on all sides
on what was once his pale back
The sound of her whip carried her away
to higher realms where only his moans
were still audible

Soft were his words of mercy
like a whisper escaping his lips
that called her back from miles away
back to him, there at her cross
where his face had been washed
with fresh tears, which had still found their
way through his labyrinth

because his physical pain had surpassed the mental
for now…

© Mrs Moriah
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