Bales and Bushels
It's our social spectrum,
Polar opposites,
A moral conundrum,
Named Charlotte,
Our eyes locked across the sea,
Sealed behind iron eyelids,
An investor's security,
The upstarts outbid,
All bets are off,
The crack of our whips,
A duelist's standoff,
Agony on your lips,
Pushed into an animalistic frenzy,
My fists won the day with their negotiating,
A bargain for your safety,
At the cost of my sanity
"Our bond's too treacherous for society",
Wordlessly you agree,
"We'll find shelter at my home come quickly!"
You shudder at what you see,
"I'm sure you'll love it here, don't mind the bodies",
You tremble in your chains,
"I sought to free those women as well, tis a shame our love waned",
With clinking heels you attempt to flee,
"Stop that women don't make me hurt you!"
His breath upon your face,
"We'll be as one right now with the stars as our chapel and our priest the moon",
A night of torment and pain,
"I've consumed the fruits of Eve",
A genetic future ingrained,
"Now we're bound in sin my darling",
Your internal cacophony of screams escape as grim laughter,
"Yes master".
Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015
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