FIERCE FRIDAY
HE traced the whip down my bare back...
the blindfold on my eyes, made me lose time's track.
HE had tied my hands, so that I couldn't fight...
my consciousness kept yelling at me, does he have the right.
HE had marked my neck a hundred times....
and to leave his dominance would have been a crime.
HE shoved me down and whipped me good...
I could feel his heat from where he stood.
HE told me to leave, for he had, had enough...
to explain what I did next, would be a little tough.
I DROVE the KNIFE in his NECK, MY NAME HE CRIED IN HIS LAST BREATH then I CARVED THE HEART RIGHT OUT OF HIS CHEST.

- 🐺Luna🐺