Submission
Left alone…silent moan
Placed beside a white piano.
Kneeling there…vacant stare
Sunlight marks the passing hours.
No more sun…day is done
Feels a single tear descending.
Hears a sound…looks around
Footsteps somewhere near approaching.
Leather strap…little tap
Slides against her back and shoulders.
Eyes are down…mind is bound
Nothing but the darkness matters.
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