Bleeding in her mind

Bleeding in her mind

I sat there staring at her

Blindfolded

Gagged

Bound

music playing in her ear

She is mine now

total trust

she likes to bleed

I cannot cut her

my hand to unskilled

I take the feather hard and course

the edge ran through warmed chocolate

she saw the knives

edges so sharp the body would by cut before the brain knew

I cannot cut her

my heart is not that vicious

I take the edge of the feather across her skin

the warm chocolate emulating fresh blood

her body responds

her senses deprived

her mind tells her it's lies

“again” she whisper

so again it run the edge through and cut her

in her mind she is bleeding

in her mind she is cut

she has the release

she has the pain

her body pulsating

the lies her mind has told

I clean her up

I remove the blindfold

I take end the music

she looks for the fresh wounds

she finds none

she looks at me in shock and awe

She is a masochist

I am a sadist

our game is different

our results the same