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LittleSiss

LittleSiss

Sorceress
Token Angel

I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber

With each step... I wobble

My hips wide naked and unsure

They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it

Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again

I feel the most exposed I have ever been

My breasts torn and bleeding

My skin tight with stinging punctures

My chest so ripe with fire

I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward

And shove me backwards beneath it

Taken again and again until I have no sense of time

Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror

Panting with such a fear of what is still before me

I have no care of their preposterous defilement

Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times

But why this

A good and obedient
daughter

For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined

Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure

My eyes fill with tears of loss

I have no sense of me

I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant

The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright

My tears streaming down

Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square

I will soon be as them

Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood

Not for food or wool but for dominance

Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...

A simple tale

And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose

but to assume a presence









 
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I suppose that I may still have an interest. ;)
 
LittleSiss said:
Token Angel

I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber

With each step... I wobble

My hips wide naked and unsure

They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it

Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again

I feel the most exposed I have ever been

My breasts torn and bleeding

My skin tight with stinging punctures

My chest so ripe with fire

I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward

And shove me backwards beneath it

Taken again and again until I have no sense of time

Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror

Panting with such a fear of what is still before me

I have no care of their preposterous defilement

Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times

But why this

A good and obedient
daughter

For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined

Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure

My eyes fill with tears of loss

I have no sense of me

I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant

The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright

My tears streaming down

Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square

I will soon be as them

Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood

Not for food or wool but for dominance

Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...

A simple tale

And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose

but to assume a presence








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Wow, that was powerful Siss, you nailed it.
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LittleSiss said:
Token Angel

I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber

With each step... I wobble

My hips wide naked and unsure

They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it

Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again

I feel the most exposed I have ever been

My breasts torn and bleeding

My skin tight with stinging punctures

My chest so ripe with fire

I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward

And shove me backwards beneath it

Taken again and again until I have no sense of time

Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror

Panting with such a fear of what is still before me

I have no care of their preposterous defilement

Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times

But why this

A good and obedient
daughter

For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined

Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure

My eyes fill with tears of loss

I have no sense of me

I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant

The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright

My tears streaming down

Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square

I will soon be as them

Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood

Not for food or wool but for dominance

Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...

A simple tale

And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose

but to assume a presence








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Siss, this is sooooooooo good. It's incredible. Awesome. Stupendous. Such power. Amazing.

Pardon my incoherence but I am incoherent, completely blown away by the power of this poem.

It really, truly, is one of your best, and one of the best poems that I've read on here.

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Wragg134 said:
Siss, this is sooooooooo good. It's incredible. Awesome. Stupendous. Such power. Amazing.

Pardon my incoherence but I am incoherent, completely blown away by the power of this poem.

It really, truly, is one of your best, and one of the best poems that I've read on here.

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Thank you so much! :)
 
LittleSiss said:
Token Angel

I walk forward ... my arms tightly bound to this rough and course timber

With each step... I wobble

My hips wide naked and unsure

They pull me to the stipe and I am slammed upon it

Thrusted me up it's length and lashed me again and again

I feel the most exposed I have ever been

My breasts torn and bleeding

My skin tight with stinging punctures

My chest so ripe with fire

I am dropped like a stone and they pull me forward

And shove me backwards beneath it

Taken again and again until I have no sense of time

Helplessly lost in the pain and this hideous terror

Panting with such a fear of what is still before me

I have no care of their preposterous defilement

Run me through... take my head ... Stab me a thousand times

But why this

A good and obedient
daughter

For just one chilly night's comfort naked and entwined

Searing cold burning iron pin my wrists fast and sure

My eyes fill with tears of loss

I have no sense of me

I want to twist and fight yet I lay limp and distant

The butchers drag me high along the length of the upright

My tears streaming down

Like the goats and lambs in the open air in the market square

I will soon be as them

Meat on my hooks torn apart and draining life's blood

Not for food or wool but for dominance

Weak ... Fragile ... Unassuming ...

A simple tale

And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose

but to assume a presence
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A simple tale

And a forgotten soul expended for no purpose

but to assume a presence

Never forgotten, nor expended for no purpose ... a prescence forever

Wonderfully poignant poem Siss!!!

Cuts right to the inner soul. Makes the reader feel at one with you, almost as a "soulmate" on the cross

"Token Angel" is a real winner!

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