Fetishist Shadow

[MaterialSpirit]

Hello, people. I'll share a poem I wrote about tickling. I hope you like it. Its name is "Fetishist Shadow". Please, if there's something wrong with it, let me know in a peaceful manner. I'm not perfect and I can make mistakes. Besides, it was originally written in spanish, so it may not be a perfect translation. Thank you:

April,
yellow suit.
She was laughing endlessly.
She was laughing from toes to head,
but that laughter wasn't hers.
I was wrought in those chuckles.

Now I obey my shadow.
I give it those snatches laughters,
the ones it craves.
I bid them embedded in paraphernalia.
To my shadow what my shadow needs.

Now I wear a mask of decency,
which hides something beneath:
A perversion-shaped mask,
which hides something else beneath:
A submission-shaped mask.
Anybody can be my lab rat.
Even myself.

 

[Iishieboo]

This is lovely. My favorite is the last stanza. I think feeling like you have sides to your personality is pretty relatable when someone has a fetish. I really like the line "A submission-shaped mask." What an interesting way to phrase a feeling. It conjures images and sticks with me. Thank you so much for sharing.

 

[Coda]

Lovely poem, MaterialSpirit. It's nice to see poetry here that embraces metaphor. I also think attempting translation into a language other than one's first language can lend a poetic candidness that eludes native authors.

 

[MaterialSpirit]

Thank you, people. I appreciate you. Not that bad for a poem written quickly, hahaha. You are great.