I have a fetish,
It feels like lettuce,

against my leather skin,
Adi watches me from her bed post,
trying to make the most, 

of it.

I sit,
I cry,
I dance,
Dancing for Adi, when she would whip me,
when I didn't do what she wanted,
she wanted one thing,
sex.

I cried for my parents,
she whipped me more,
When I found something to slit my wrists with,
She said I would be nothing but a myth,
I cry,
so silent,
but so loud,
silence fills my ears,
drowns out the tears.