Artist: van Rijn
They’ll meet death soon
and will learn of slow decay
because they’re not
non-perishable fruits.
Their ripe bodies
and pert breasts
will decompose
leaving nothing but bones.
I’ll remember their flesh
and eagerness to please me.
I’ll remember their feisty ways
as I taught them to surrender their wills.
In unconscious vulnerability they found peace.
The peace one finds in submission.
The enlightenment one gains
through degradation.
Gagged and bound.
The dumping ground.
Full of pretty little vamps.