The Pussy You Punished

Dear Prisoner,

My body refuses touch and I blame you;

there are bruises where there shouldn't be and my pussy has memorized what

it feels like to abused. What is gentle? it whispers as I tease it with sex toys

because real sex is far too violent and with a vibrator, I am in control. How is prison? Are

you comfortable being fucked behind metal bars by men twice your size? Now you

understand what the definition of dominance truly means, tell me, what color is your

ego now? I cannot date because of you; You're too broken, I'm told, by men who wish

for me to make them happy but who said that only men can make my vagina wet. My dildo is

long

and listens when my body craves feeling. I hope it makes you upset to know that

I am learning to forgive you. My happiness is of importance and it's taken me

far too many years to admit that. I've met a man

who touches me with barely his fingertips and I am

in love.

I am in love again. Were you ever in love with me? Do not answer, there

are secrets better kept locked up, locked away...

I'll send you cigarettes and condoms when

my next paycheck arrives.

Love,

the Pussy you punished