# Research, Breath, Hypnotism, & Dress

Author: charles_they
Tags: Breath Play, M, Male, Mind Control, Poem, Poetry, Tanka, hypnotism, narrative

An unrhymed narrative on the violence of words, and three tankas detailing various kinks (breath play, hypnotism, femininity).

### Preamble

For the next few postings, I'll be experimenting with format and other things. As due recompense for this service interruption, I'll be posting the third chapter of Death of the Actor shortly after this goes up.

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### Research

Words cast not in ink, but blood

Soaking deeply through&nbsp;

Legislation, transcription

False documents and treaties

Native furs and settler masks

Said to be civil

Insavage, unwild, even

Named as atribal

Though behind them lie

Majestic eagle feathers

Whet on ideology&nbsp;

Sharpened by strict adherence

Until they can, with one stroke

Draw blood, spill blood like crude oil

Flowing free through free markets

Built atop most sacred grounds

Tongues robbed from muzzles

Not of one generation

But of so many

Who followed after

Unable to find

Home and History

Oral traditions put down&nbsp;

In bloody ink, on paper,

Bound in words and books never

To reach those from whom they took

We're left beating hollow drums

Filled with missing ancestors

Whose bones and souls remain trapped

In clear Plexiglas cages

On display for the science

The Science, The Greater Good

A good that was done at us

Against us, and harvested&nbsp;

Research and reus arché

Arrogant synonyms&nbsp;

Proclaiming the principles&nbsp;

Of reality

Dissect me, settler&nbsp;

For I am already dead

A hollow man left beating&nbsp;

Hollow drums in hollow homes&nbsp;

Emptied of my soul

Fur and bone without spirit.

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### Breath

Paw on neck tightens /

Drawing breath grows arduous /

Then your grip loosens /

We're one body: I inhale /

You hold, pound, and exhale me.

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### Hypnotism

Ticking and tocking /

Pendulum slowly swinging /

Mind growing relaxed /

Inhibitions bleed from me /

I am yours tonight, master.

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### Dress

Distinct scent of musk /

Fur tinted, muzzle painted /

Skirt short, stockings long /

Femininity inflames /

My swollen passion for you.

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-Charles Michael Averin

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Zeqj0dPm
Part of the series Old/Archive
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