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Testing the waters, and left on the beach
A hand's length away, yet far out of reach.
Prose of a girl, who tries to engrain
pools of water
poured down the drain

Dripping and dropping, soak into the earth
Pebbles of skepticism give birth.
Masts on a ship of tears unfurl.
What am I, your whipping girl?

Smoking and choking and soaking in sweat
Climb out of your heart, of your untimely threat.
Kicking and screaming, and down with the fight,
Whipping girls don't have that right.

Your punishment's mine, bent me over your knee,while
spitting and hitting, and quitting on me
I'm left with the bruises, and scrapes and welts
You never even cared how it felt.

So, sitting alone in the dark, in the night
whipping my heart in my self centered spite
I lay this on you, with your arrogant face
with your mind off my need for you here in my space
with your silence and pride being so out of place
with your whipping girl locked in her case
ripping and tearing the beautiful lace......

Of her heart
of her skin
Of her stoic silence within

Masquerading the hurt, and the ache, and the shame
Masking the rightful prince that's to blame
Terrified of losing the flame
This is the whipping girl's game.