The rope burns as I'm released, running across my shoulders and leaving welts. The twisted lines mark my limbs where jute once pressed & blood returns.
Reality returns, or I return to it, freed from bliss to think again.
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Bondage
The rope burns as I'm released, running across my shoulders and leaving welts. The twisted lines mark my limbs where jute once pressed & blood returns.
Reality returns, or I return to it, freed from bliss to think again.