The Poetry of Surrender

They tie the silk over my eyes, and the room disappears. I feel the knot settle at the back of my head like a seal pressed into wax. When the leather gag warms against my tongue and buckles into place, the night goes quiet inside my mouth too. What’s left is breath. Breath, and the slow thud of my pulse answering the bass that lives in the walls.

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