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Happiness in Bondage

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By Paige GraffunderPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I will not be ashamed of this,

Life's too hard to give this up.

When fate hands you mana,

You drink, you don't inspect the cup.

I can't see how you think this wrong,

This thing, that gives me life.

But you've always favored safety,

And I have always loved the knife.

You may find us threatening

In this freedom that we've found,

You say that you're the sane one,

But we know safety, when we're bound.

So you can keep your judgement

And you can keep your shame

And I will arch my back and beg

For places where "slave" can be my name.

They will strike me, hit me, hurt me.

And I will weep with sweet release.

My mind can only give up it's thoughts,

When a gag is clamped between my teeth.

You'll flinch and look away

From my unbridled need,

But I will smile with all my knowledge

Because every garden, starts with a seed.

I don't believe in a natural order

Or that this is my only place

I'm just has happy as The Other.

Sending another willing body into space.

So don't believe the rumors.

Don't feed into all their hype.

We're all mad down here babe,

And you're definitely our type.

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About the Creator

Paige Graffunder

Paige is a published author and a cannabis industry professional in Seattle. She is also a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.

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