Afterwards:A Domme's Confession by Lady Danika

Afterterwards

A Domme's Confession

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he walked away.
I thought to do the same --
not from him
but from myself.
and --
It is subtle sometimes
that slight -- shift

towards something that was not.

It begins with broken glass
and shards that cut
and blood that runs
down your fingertips
in rivulets

And then it moves
--clots--
And the fire that heats it
doesn't burn your hand
but tastes like sugar
on your tongue

It pulls together like beads
and can be strung
glittering like rubies
on a strand

And then pain is --
not.