Conglomerated Caging…

Divisions in Blasphemy
Conquer any refusal to
Comply
With social norms on this
Rainy afternoon…
Raindrops
Knock redundantly against
Bitter windows embodied by heat.

Manifesting itself
My peripheral vision
Mistress is once again reminded
Gleaming metal in the background

My cage.
The cage.
CAGE.
Infinite delightful bounties
pink slaves all meshed together
compiled accordingly,
writhing,
vexatious
yet eloquent…
displeased
for My pleasure.

Hunted.
Gathered.
Possessions
in numbers.
My numbers.
My belongings.

Monday mornings can be lovely.

~Mistress Mona Blu~

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