....is what i will title this poem written by a good friend and Sub sister a couple yeas ago, Anastasia Black:
Dark broken pieces lying everywhere
Do not touch
Jagged edges on the brink
Cutting so deep
Numbness setting in
The descent into darkness complete
Raw pure hurt the depths of my soul
Can one ever emerge from this depth
Ice encircles trapping and holding in place
Embrace the illusionThe only constant is pain
Do you see me?
Do you need me?
Can you break my walls?
~i chose to post this, because this often depicts the raw emotional descent to the dark side that a submissive feels at certain times, especially when he/she's in sub drop. Sub drop is something i should post about soon, since it's very real and very hard to experience. i should know, having experienced this on more than one occasion and very recently.