Reeducation

Pleasure yourself
to my tears.
Click your wine glass
to my fears.

I feel so naked.
Body shaken
from the phantoms
that are here.

Now I'm left with
broken bones.
In a dirt pit all
alone.

Being laughed at,
also spat at.
Being pissed on
just for play.

Now in bondage on display.
Tied up in rusty iron chains.
Being tortured to obey,
vomiting from all the pain.
These soggy chunks put me
in shame.

Now I'm useless.
Kidneys blown.
Getting ugly, growing old.
The cold hard feeling from the chrome,
makes me feel I'm now at home.

Reviews

[Ana R]

Disturbing. The ending was a surprise as it speaks to the cynicism that comes with joy following pain. With repetition comfort-ability seems better than betterment of situation and standards just because of it's ease. Chilling poem.