“The Shibari Series”, Part Three

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I know this is a strange series, and probably something I wouldn’t write today.  But I did write it  and I remember the period being of great psychic pain.  We work out of our predicaments by writing, if we are writers.  That is the gift and blessing.

Lady Nyo

Again, I am restrained on all sides, a fly trapped in the stickiness of a dismal fate.  I can hear the spider behind me, warming up, flicking the whip, marking his targets on my body, my wings too shredded for further flight.

What am I searching for?  I thought salvation, but there was little of that.  Perhaps transcendence?  At this point, I would settle for any transformation out of here.

The whip caught me by surprise. I jerked forward, lifted six inches in flight with a high scream, the sound pairing pain and confused need.  Blackness poured in like oil and I went limp.

I awoke, the burn deep in my feathers.  Looking to both sides, my eyes now two sharpened orbs with 6x vision.  Hooked beak, my feet wicked talons.  A furious shake and I was free of the web, free of the ropes.  Extending strong wings, I flew to the top of the beam.  With a loud hawk hunting call I surveyed the ground, hungry, need fulfilled – almost.

The spider saw me, only a moment of fear crossed its black eyes before bowing his head to fate.

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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