Slave and Master

 

She’s had plastic surgery,

I mutter it again and again.

Dominatus ignored me.

Let’s get this hair done right.

His voice was shrill.

Get the white blouse, Adsero.

I do. It sits beside

one of the other dolls.

She’s one of the older ones.

Here, Dominatus.

I say, giving him the blouse.

He’s ripped her old one off.

She’s perfect, Adsero.

I agree. He carressed

her body like it was his wife’s.

He misses her.

My wife was like a doll.

I say nothing.

There are police sirens

everywhere.

Prepare that one.

Yes, Dominatus.

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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