Silence, Slut by Alex S. Johnson

Silence, Slut

By Alex S. Johnson

Pain metered out
Cruelty of caress
The dark lash, sweetness in brutality
Sugar rising to surface
Depth swamped with a helping hand
Silt heaped with tools—clamps, bolts, networks of ingenious suffering
Somber and austere, the whip is welcome here

The hunger of fruit left on the tree
Beggar children skip to the reaper’s fiddle
Skull candy crystals crack in the middle, hollow
souls (eyes sucked like jelly), betrayal of conformity
Power impaled on a dagger of meat
A song in the veins, symptoms of the saints

They dance in the glade
Hobbled, with canes, frizzed locks
Faces on fire
Tasting the burn

Lessons in the value of discipline
Not freely given—
Earned, desired
By this wanton
Who has played so many games
Now nude for your altar

Skin is a canvas
Flesh is art, the forms unbinding
Freedom in a feudal mode
The blood blazing fast
Edged, fastening the clamps
Silence, slut—the time for words is over

Atomic slave
The Master captured in his own device
Splitting surfaces and spitting graves
Promises he will behavedommeblonde

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