This is a very deep poem written at a time of alcohol and self abuse. These are real life moments I have experienced. I have whipped myself multiple times.
The swing of my arm, pulling you near,
Each lash in desire, releasing the fear,
The pain resurfaced, opens me up,
To an angels love, through my scars and cuts,
Your light surrounds, guiding me home,
The whip slowly falls, as deed is done.
Rachyl DeWitt 12/14/2013
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