You Think
You shoulders scream in pain,
They feel they will rip from your body
Rope tied so tightly around your wrists
You feel warm blood drip from your fingers
Your legs are bound together
Knees jabbing into each other
You cannot feel your toes
The more you struggle
The more you bleed
The pool of blood surrounding you
Gets bigger as you weaken
In this room of your impending death
You begin to tire
Weaker and weaker
You think
You don't like bondage anymore.
Copyright © Lisa Green | Year Posted 2008
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