painfully so

painfully so

she was a submissive

sort of woman

she had been in training

since childhood

she did not know

that which she endured

and tolerated

all these years

would lead her to this,

a life decorated with

disdain, tears and fears

a life she secretly hated

every adult she had ever met

met her

with their own list of demands

from dishes to dicks

from kisses to kicks

all stealing a piece of her light

her soul

parents, aunts, uncles

and weird cousins and neighbors

wanting favors

like

“can you keep a secret” . . .

and she did

for who could she tell

her screams were silent

the yelling could only be heard

in her nightmares

she did not dream anymore

save for the endless torment

that vision

her closed eyes would bring

she just wished those

haunting images

and faces

would go away . . .

but they would not

they refused her demands

took no heed to her cries

her beckoning

her pleading

they refused her demands

for they too knew

that

she was submissive

painfully so

© 25 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.