Melon spoon in hand,
Tin plate left on my lap.
Straddling me unclothed,
There she was.
She proceeds to strap my head down.
Chaining my arms to the bedposts.
I am spread eagled.
A crude mimicry of Jesus Christ.
A guarded left eye speculum is applied onto me.
A black patch is placed over my other eye.
Seeing through my lazy eye.
She was beautiful.
* * *
I watched her for as long as I could.
I did not scream, nor did I squirm.
I admired her precision with the crudely fashioned tools.
She is so beautiful.
I no longer look at other women,
Not because I value my remaining eye;
But because she is the only one.
The one that exists for me.
Erratic Behaviour
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