i am no longer your old plaything
that craves for love in the shape of canine teeth
i won’t allow any mortal blunder
from your heathen touch or your rabid kiss
i have emptied my marrows of your being
take away your godless sacrilege
Image: Favim
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #195: Don’t touch that dial! hosted by WhimsyGizmo who asks us to pen a poem of exactly 44 words inspired by the word “touch”.
It’s been quite a while since I last joined writing prompts. This one’s inspired by a Quadrille I wrote in 2016 titled Filth . Back then, I created a submissive protagonist. Now, she finally finds her voice.
Head over here to join the prompt!