Looking forward to Winter Wickedness this weekend. So, not much brain power to spare. Have a small thing I wrote this week:
Floggers slamming. Whips cracking. Paddles smacking. Hands pounding. Voice screaming. Heart thrumming. Skin burning. Nerves shrieking.
Body trembles. Knees buckle. Hands slip. Crumbling to the ground. Into a heap of flesh. Looking up at grinning mouth and shining eyes.
For him. Breath gasping, slows. Hands trembling, pull up. Legs weak, straighten. Body shaking, stands.
For him. For his love. For his strength. For his joy. For his belief in me. For him, I push through.
