Just for today I don’t want to write, tidy up, wash clothes, anticipate future

and ponder past prose.  My pretty little cunt wants to escape to a simple,

sweet subservience in a place where no one knows about my non-existence.

I want to be fed, taught, posed, pushed and pulled with or without clothes

gently abusing the ghost that embers in my heart.  I want to be told to get

dressed or undressed, sit and rest, ready to be photographed when asked.

A studio above rooftops that holds light, and no downward flight that spirals

towards pain and blackness in my mind. To be with or without care about what

I feel or what fate holds. To be the model and the muse. To let go. Just for today.

© Katypoetess 2013