Organic potrait: the dutiful sub


He says it's a texture thing
and so he begins to mix my blood
and wax and spooge in a cup

I, tethered to a chair,
legs splayed and bleeding
watch while he applies our paint
to canvas, a gnarled block of wood
that glistens (my sweat is mixed
in the varnish).

He paints and I watch, (semi-conscious now;
blood loss will do that to you), me emerge-
bulbous tree sprouting from the corner of his field
my arms, branches spiraling up and outward,
red trellises coagulating beneath a frigid sun.

I smile just before everything goes black.






linked with Heaven's prompt. my apologies for my imitation of art. I blame, thank Shay for the inspiration. I read her first and my mind went here. Artwork by Kathryn Dyche Dechairo

Comments

  1. beautiful poem . i consider a fantastic write and much talent y capacitation xoxo albert

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  2. Creepy good!
    It had a fairy tale feel aligned
    with a gothic descent!

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  3. yep, creepy, LaTonya, especially that last line. smiley face!

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  4. Oh wow macabre and intense, beautifully written, very strong, and very jarring. Wakes you up, scares you, and impresses mightily

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  5. Dark, intense and powerful, just the way I like it. Love where you went with this.

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  6. This lays bare the soul. it could be read literally - a la the victim of some psycho - or as a metaphoric exploration of how we sometimes give ourselves to others to our own personal detriment. Very powerful.

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  7. You took this in an unexpected direction. A visceral and courageous write.

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  8. I love that you had the brass to write and post this provocative piece! It fits the artwork to a tee. I notice the speaker refers to "our" paint, so even though this is disturbing and bloody--talk about Women Who Give Too Much!--it seems to me that it's a collaboration at its creepy little heart. I guess she missed the part about "safe, sane, consensual". What was that safe word again?!?

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    1. yeah, what was her safe word? theirs because he contribute a few ounces of goo. Ick.

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  9. I like the dark texture: bulbous tree and red trellises ~ The ending to black, is just a powerful ending and a nod to the artist process of creating her pieces ~ Thanks for participating LaTonya ~

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  10. So scary! Really! I am always afraid to go this far even in fiction (ha! and in real life - of course!) so admire that you brave these territories. Very gripping. k.

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  11. Oh my so dark and frightening...wonderfully written!!

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  12. I was apprehensive. I did it anyway. Thanks.

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  13. geez...you got a little hannibal lechter thing going on here...painting in your blood after whatever he has done to you....yikes....

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    1. fiction. reading. let the mind visit the dark side. ;->

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  14. Whew, this is intense, LaTonya! Being fairly concrete, I tried to imagine what was happening, and none of it was good. Such a gripping piece!

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  15. Gives the dark feel of not knowing the directions or the likely outcome. Nicely La Tonya!

    Hank

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  16. Creepy good! Don't think I'd go see this movie :) (a little late getting 'round to this open link dverse night ... )

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