What is bondage compared
to the empty taste of freedom?
Embraced by the rules that give identity,
only to feel lost now that it is gone.
Cruel hands grab for me,
their fingertips burning
the hatred of reality into my skin.
Would such a person that I care for,
intensely, sexually, emotionally,
tell me to stop tracing those scars with steel,
bleeding myself of my loneliness,
then would I cease.
Truth is unknown,
yet my truth is that so bound,
am I so found.
Tie me up in knots,
chain me to your side
and gladly shall I stay.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
