Her Sneaker's Marks
head smushed by the footboard
laced, locked and loaded sneaks
devouring bites out of each cheek
plowing the upper layers of my face
leaving sweet bloody trails
in their wake.
pumping, digging, poking and gouging...
the skin of my face is Her
fallow ground for each jagged crevice and zigzag cross cut whichchews up my young looking complexion and leaves a trampled, stamped pattern
of shapes...stars, polygons, and circular indentations.
She presses in harder
the blackness of Her treads disappear and resurface again
buried in the deep marshmallow of my "chubby cheeks."
the smell of hard, new rubber intoxicates
i sink into an abyss of petrified submission cradled in a paralyzed state.
skin stretched and rubbed raw... serrated, bruised and bleeding.
each identifying scuff, abrasion, scrape and mark plummets deep past my reticent vanilla self...
and brands me as
Her chattel ...
Her vassal ...
Her claimed...
content and at peace
under Her sneaks
- by pescado
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