Six feet up, three feet down

From TSade

six feet up, three feet down

quiet in a room large enough for a plane.
dark in the shadows too
but, they are watching, i can hear their breaths.
soft gasps and muffled moans.
they watch me.

before my feet, lies the stairs
six feet up of splintered wood
they don't care for my soles
just the path of my soul
and my fate ahead

the air is warm, a tender breeze
twisting the rope that lies above
a hangman's noose but no killer
a faceless darkness and my own fears
just me and a rope, six feet up

my eyes reach the top
at the long metal spike
a needle for my heart
six feet up and three feet down
piercing the trap door to hold me feet

terrified and scared
and more than a little excited
my feet take me to the spike
my fingers pulling the noose to my neck
the knot behind my poor left ear

nipples perk with growing heat
the warm wind kissing my sweat-soaked breasts
and around them, hundreds holding their breath
with a sigh of pleasure, i spread my legs
one on each side of that metal spike

eyes trail down, tugged by the rope
to stare at the slit of wood and metal hinges
only three feet down, but just enough
the tip of metal caressing my sex
a lover's touch of steel

the ground shudders as the switch is thrown
leaving my feet to dangle helplessly
a moment's touch then the rapid fall
my metal rapist findings its home
plunging ice-cold into my helpless hole

terror spikes inside my heart
as pleasure explodes around my sex
pain and agony plunging up
too fast, too hard, too late
it pierces deep inside

ice cold pain explodes through my veins
rocked by stars of pleasure
and then that rope
i forgot the rope
snaps hard around my neck

a soft pop and a fatal crack
the world exploding into white-hot flames
impaled by the ultimate shaft
as my neck finally gives way
black stars against white pleasures

around me, i hear the cheers
the pounding of my heart
the gasp of my breath
the final piercing
my dying thoughts

six feet up, three feet down

t'Sade
2004-06-22