Archive for the ‘Pissing’ Category

That news that horrifies,

That history that terrifies,

The impact is all in the telling,

Details emphasized,

We all bias,

Our fears amplify.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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I slept.

I woke.

I went where they told me.

I did what they said.

I tried not to think.

I worked the way a convict does,

under duress.

Unnatural state of affairs.

Toil.

Toil and…

A break.

Even slaves get fed,

for expediency.

Sometimes,

even a surprise.

Like here, a sweet banana.

I ate, the way one does.

Then a sudden urge to urinate hit me.

I took a few steps

and

I had absolutely no control,

the dribble became a flood,

down both legs

and into my shoes.

Sodden and obviously wet,

for all to see,

I said nothing.

Relieved (one might say),

I continued to work.

It was a shame,

that I had pissed myself,

but I felt absolutely no shame.

Indeed, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

 

©ddr7hd

 

I crouch over the bucket and piss.

Ahh, relief!

Simple pleasure, perverted context.

Water is the first medicine.

It passes,

and splashes upon my thighs.

Kindly, my captors have provided old newspaper for me to wipe myself.

It is Pravda.

How appropriate.

The truth shall set you free…

within the bounds of societal captivity.