MY LEATHER HARNESS ❋ Maya Martinez

— and that chair?

— that chair is mine, I sit on it

— and the sun?

— everything is mine because I say so

— you are so selfish

— not as selfish as you

— selfish enough to let me starve?

— selfish enough to keep you tethered to my bed.
my own sport, my own hobby, always at my feet

— she takes the glass of milk from the bedside table
and pours it on her legs splayed out in front of her.

—isn’t it pointless? Always acting like you’re something
that needs to be photographed?

— the milk forms a puddle around her knees

— one day it won’t be so fun for you to be viewed like this.

— this milk is mine and these legs are mine.

— but that isn’t the game we are playing. Will you please
pay me some respect?

— she brings her knees to her chin