Little slave girl
Tied to her master with
Rusted chains of love
She capers and thrusts her
Naked sex
To please his perverse desires
Pet like a dog and
Kicked like a dog
She is loyal to her master
She dances only for him
Body assuming perverse
Contortions
Mouth echoing artificial notes of
Sex and pain
Aren't they the same?
They both hurt and make her bleed
Yet she smiles and does not stop
She is blind to his game
He does not love
And he plays with his toys
'Til they break

He wound her up and left her
Dancing naked on broken glass
She can't stop
Her feet so accustomed to the
Dance of self-hate that his
Burning touch left imprinted on her
Empty soul
But all toys eventually die
For this one there is no child to
Cry as she
Comes to a halt

Popping pills into her mouth
Stomach swollen with their poison
The dancer falls onto the sparkling glass and
Bleeds vomit smelling of bitter medicine
There is no master to wind her up
Again

The dance is for her to decide
So simple to go back to the
Artificial death of the dance for the pedophile
So hard to move broken feet in a new step that
Whispers of life and love and desire
Pure
Not the sweaty animal rape of his hands on silky skin
Lust for a love that is not made up of lies and broken promises
Not made up of come dribbling down her chin
Not formed of chains
Love that does not hurt with its ugliness.