For The Love Of The Whip

I don’t hold many threads in the bid for sanity.

The rejections pile in and though they are not cruel

they have become common, at times unshakable.

I could write of other things. I could write more directly.

I could coat my skin in lard that the tears would cease to leek through

but in the end I cannot recant my love of the whip.

Happy Holidays everyone =) Sorry no holiday themed poems from me! Right now I have an obsessive need to organize but I have organized my house and there is nothing, even my storage closet it tidy.