Sadistic Rope
She wove the silence
Tight and deep
A whispered bind
I longed to keep.
Each step a pulse,
Each coil a sigh
A tethered breath, a whispered why.
The first sting sharp
A fleeting flame
Yet in its hold
I found no shame.
Pain did not beg
Nor ask to flee,
It settled in
Part of me.
Stillness wrapped in woven thread
Where thought grew quiet
Fear lay dead.
The world dissolved to rope and skin
To aching loss
Calm within.
And when the ties began to slide
The fall came slow
But still
I cried.
Not in sorrow
Not in pain
But in the peace of what remained.
She stayed to watch the tremors fade
Through silence, shivers
Breath remade.
She stayed until I lost control
And in that loss
She made me whole.
And then the words I long to hear…
“Good girl, we will cross them next time.”