Slaves and Sluts

He always gets up before the alarm.

Sharply at 5:55 a.m. he arises and pierces into my dormant cocoon, melting my dreams into reality as daylight sets in again.

I can do nothing but keep my head resting on mounds of pillows as he himself lifts the sun into the heavens above.

“I have to pee stop!” I cried.

“Shut-up and take it like a man, Bitch!”

“Yes master, yes!”