A Taste for Pain, by Fatima Hirsi; I LOVE THE WIND WHEN HE IS VIOLENT.
I LIKE IT WHEN HE FORCES UP MY DRESS OR
SLAPS MY FACE. I AM THE OPPOSITE OF A SADIST,
FINDING PLEASURE IN DISPLAYS OF POWER AND
BEING TAKEN WITHOUT WARNING
IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.
WHEN HE COMES, BENDING TREES,
MOVING SEAS INSIDE ME,
SOMETIMES I FIND MYSELF CRYING–
I AM A CHILD OF WATER–
HOLDING BACK IS NO OPTION
WHEN I LOVE THE WAY HE LOVES. Project Poetry
