Snap my back, crack my limbs
against your knee.
Fold me. Drag me.
Undo me. Fuck me.
I would let you break my bones
to bend into the inhuman shapes you preferred.
Your beloved bloody contortionist;
teeth clenched sticks doggy-style.
I was your good bitch–
you had trained me to
But then you learned
a dog will only take a kicking for so long
before she spits out the stick for
your small balls, and chews them
I contort for no one now.