He was summoned

To the cellar

For another

Discipline hearing.

The vast amount of candles

Warmed the air

With the aroma of vanilla

But he braced

His bare feet

Against the cold

Cement floor.

This was nothing

Like the cozy

Motel room

They used to meet in

But it was more

Private and personal.

He had summoned

The courage

To yell

At his mistress

About the lack of justice

Between them.

She offered him

His freedom

As justice in exchange

For his outburst.

If he stayed

He would face

Another form of justice

At the end

Of her crop.

He had a choice

To summon

The courage to leave

Or to summon

The courage to face

Her justice.

He summoned the courage

To stay.

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016



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