Sharp Cuts

They were chained, hammered, whipped, rped and Others call it history - for you and me it is the present right now, because you made a mistake. I dont like mistakes. Vulnerable you stand there now - still like I spread you at first. Little drops of sweat glitter silently on your skin, pour down and leave a labyrinth of traces. You look down in shame on the wet, dripping flesh pulsating between your legs, while every stroke feels like a scalpel slicing you open.