Poem 277








Oh yes,
dark priestess..
I shall be
your sacrificial
little lamb..
but only
if you’ll be
my naughty
little bitch..
my most
devout and zealous
psychophantic little
crimson witch.

I’ll gladly take
a slitting from you
to my throat..
I’ll feel the joyful pain
of the serrated edges
that adorn the blade
upon your sacred knife.
and choke on blood
and baa for air
relentlessly..
as I hold on to you
for my dear life.
as my awareness
gradually slips..

your lifelong love and loyalty
is no great price to pay
for such a satiating
little power trip.

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