Open Poetry #37 |
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Courage2Survive Junior Member
since 2005-11-15
Posts 32 |
A kajira cloaked in the finest red silks, captive of ones one mind. This girl's Master, her mind. Punished solely by her mistakes. Beaten with a flogger, bruised on the heart. Hung from shackles, bound and branded on the thigh of shame. Broken, towering at the feet of her mind. Head tilted downward, in fear. A kajira cloaked in the finest red silks, captive of ones one mind. Just say the word and this girl could be free, although it wouldn't be indeed. For captivity was her only mistake. |
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Danie Franklin Member
since 2005-12-05
Posts 68 |
This is a very strong write it hits those old solar plexes right where it hurts. Thats a very good job. Danie |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
OUCH!!! the pain is felt oh aye indeed White Gold Wielder |
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