DIAPER RASH
They took me out again
on a short leash
bag ready
just in case.
I had been trained
not to go
in the house,
to be subservient
to my masters,
repeat only
what I’d
been taught
regurgitate
the answers
sought.
They taught
I learned
by rote
and then……
they removed
the diaper
shook out all
my errant
thoughts,
patted my head,
let me
off leash.
I cleansed
my backside palate
“WHAT A LOAD!”
I fled - still flee -
the tortures that remain
lodged in my...
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