vivid vermillion on cloud-white flesh <br />signals like neon in the night, <br />a beacon to guide those who will... <br /> <br />hurt me - punish me for being so evil <br />hurt me - punish me, for it's my fault <br />hurt me - punish me, as he did once <br />and twice and thrice and countless times, <br />each one in secret, each one our secret, <br />secretly hurting, then secretly pleasing <br />someone - or something - inside me <br /> <br />is your kindness a prelude to the usual pain? <br />will I despise it as a sign of weakness? <br />will I push you away, unable to cope, <br />ignoring the disfigured, disabled <br />dwarf of a thought <br />forgotten in a dungeon <br />shouting 'this is the way' <br />in a language that once I knew <br />but now sounds compellingly foreign?<br /><br />Wild Bill Balding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanky-mary-s-oubliette/
