the Father

 
Father are you there?

I am ready let's play the game
masochistic, I feel it begin
torture designed especially for me
I feel it, an intensity building

the characters in the play are brought forth
it will be his way masochistic or not
inflicting pain his forte

I desire your love today Father
please show me your kindly side

fuck off bren, I hear

if not you, who will understand me?
do you really mean that, hurt questions?

he keeps me around because I'm full of surprises
when he's angry I know, it I feel it
I have my hiding spaces in the universes

tucked away are things he likes planned for this day
diverting his attention from me for a moment
it's a tactic I employ frequently

I slip out of this dimension
he anticipates my move and tries to block my exit
still, I evade his grip then reappear because I love him

there is no safe word
it will be as he sees it