Last Slap (I)
The time you slapped me
so hard my cheek split
open on my tooth
was the last time I
ever let you.
I walked out that day
and even though you
told the police
I was a 'missing
person'
I was easy to find
at the local hospital.
Last Slap (II)
I pulled the punches,
the kicks.
I was told to hurt you
but I didn't really
want to
and you cried anyway.
Consensual non-consent
anything goes, so long
as it doesn't damage
or leave a lasting
mark.
I think I was more
shaken than you,
though the last smack
made you yelp
and to be honest,
my hand stung, too.
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