Celebration - seeing the old year out

She lays down on the bed and, then, she puts
Her arm across her face, just like a child
Who expects to be hurt when master’s wild
And wants to whip her hard, until the cuts
Make her recall, after three years, a slut’s
Bound to him – she’ll take it – he’s defiled
Her mind and, yes, her body. This is mild
And barely registers, as the door shuts
Behind him and he leaves her to her tears,
For just a while, mind you - not too long
To have her thoughts go numb or her cheeks red,
For this is not the landscape that endears
The girl to him, when he lurches back strong,
And takes that pet who's surely made her bed.