RosaLee Marybeth

Patrolling Mind Games - Poem by RosaLee Marybeth

She's lying
chained to the floor
but all she seems is to want more.
the cuts.
the bruises.
the way it amuses.
he likes it! do I?
that alone makes me want to die.
the pictures...
the chains...
the stupid patrolling mind games.
2 is enough, but 3?
more the merrier?
I'm so glad he never got me to 'play with her.'
Just one more hit!
Just one more score!
Damn, now I'm the whore.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

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