DOMINANCE

A fortune teller poem © Howard David Ingham, Jan/May 2012
This is a poem, presented in the form of one of those paper fortune tellers that kids made when you were young, and which they still make, through techniques passed down through the ages from hand to hand by word of mouth and peer pressure. Often used as tools of cruelty, cruelty is our theme, cruelty and love. To use it, cut out or tear the fortune teller from this sheet, and then fold it up in the way you knew when you were younger into the shape (if you can’t remember, ask a nine-year-old). You can use it any way you like, opening as many flaps as you want until you reach the middle, each flap revealing a different line of the poem, a different path it might take, in the near-infinite variation of human relationships and the cruelty they contain.

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Studded collars, whips and leather...

Should I start to want you only...

I’ve no defence against your powers. I’m locked for good inside this cage.

Strap me to the bed for hours...

These are bruises I can’t weather. These are wounds I won’t survive.

I’m free to be your slave forever...

D DEFEAT

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H ea r ts
Make me kneel and tie your laces...

LOVE

Draw my blood with pens and flowers...

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B

You’ll display me like you own me. Yes, it suits me to pretend.

A DECEIT

Do your best to make me lonely...

I’ll lick your boots, I’ll beg your graces, I’ll possess you. You’re my prize.

CONTROL

C
Kn ive s

Take me to unhealthy places...

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