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Strapped, 1991

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Strapped by four points (each wrist and ankle) this is not some kinky game this is the reality of mental health On a distant television, the Super Bowl rages on Dr. Sara watches from a safe distance as I struggle against the leather firm against my skin like a rapist's embrace my body is still but not my mind Dr. Sara looks for straps for my raging mind raging and remembering [He was fat and sweaty insane with lust I, pinned beneath his strong bulk pitiful and small wondering if I would die that day] But no, it's 1991 I am pinned by Dr. Sara here she is, with Thorazine and needle I lie here strapped by five points each trembling limb and my mind drowning in an ocean of strong dope Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 04:15 AM PST   0 • 1

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