Ah
That is the sweetest moment
Not freedom
Not dignity
Not all the little lies you told yourself
about control
No
People speak of love
as flowers and softness
But there is anothe love
of being conquered completely
of having a man so overwhelming
that resistance becomes absurd
I spit harsh words
You bloom beneath them
My beautiful wreck
A creature remade by degradation,
trained so perfectly
that my cruelty is affection
You crawl through the dirt
wearing humiliation like silk
And you do
because devotion has hollowed you
until obedience feels holy