Sadee Bee

Drip, Drip

You strike with efficiency
Quick wit, piercing words
A dagger of admonishment
Gripped in your palm
Drip, Drip
The evidence of my guilt
Perceived in your dark mind
Please, I beg
For I know not my transgression
You speak in shouts when I need whispers
In blood when I need healing
I am allowed no recompense
Only to suffer beneath your blade
My body a patchwork quilt
Of your vexed nature

Cry Until I Quake

It begins with the delicate binding / soft wrists /
sturdy ankles / the deep desire /
To let go /
Breathe in / out / feel the grazing fingers /
of intricate knots being crafted / this is
the moment of anticipation /
Only in such constraints / can I feel
ultimate freedom /
Bring the wheel of Wartenberg / kiss my skin
with subtle pinpricks / while I lay embraced
by nylon /
Grip the exposed parts of my flesh /
Tease the stress from my soul /
Here in this room / I give up all control /
I long to cry out until I quake /
To be pushed to the brink / between
ecstasy and pain /
I do not want to remember my name /
Only that in the end /
Ecstasy and pleasure are the same /

Something Much Sweeter

Here lies the edge
The deep shadow
Where light takes its leave
Not the abyss
Or cold emptiness
No
Something much sweeter
Lies in this darkness
This obscurity
I hunger to know
Its nature

Blight

I’m the reason /
you won’t come home /
Whatever this home may be /
It is filled / with such dark things /
That leak from my heart /
A contagion of the spirit /
Inky / Black / Enveloping /
There is no home / only the bleak
absence of light /
All that I’ve tried to contain /
For your love /
For any love /
That could look past /
This Blight //

Sadee Bee is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee is the Visual Arts Editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine and the author of Pupa: Growth & Metamorphosis and Magic Lives In Girls. Sadee can be found on the web at linktr.ee/SadeeBee.