Morning, H. You certainly know how to wake a girl up. This is a really
powerful piece. The power games: fun, torture and all that. That last
line's so awful: misery encapsulated in a few words.
bw,
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>Ball and Chain
>
>Since then I've tied a ligature round the scrotum
>of a man I nearly loved. Put another on a leash
>and dragged him round a certain kind of club.
>Felt the weight of Ben-wa beads falling through me
>as I walked. And then this sickening wait
>for you break that final link and sign away
>a marriage I bore like a prolapse of the womb.
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