a scene

...for she lay amongst ribbons of gold
its holy sheen glittered upon their faces;
one would think that they had never seen such glitter before. how wrong to presume.
their faces laugh. they are dazzled by her sublime beauty and her ethereal charm 
as they each take it in turns. open. inoutinoutfunfunfun. withdraw.
she is bound not by the ropes tied 
by hand, foot and nail
she is bound not by the tape that covers her gaping hole
but only by the ponderings and inklings that lie within 
because this is all but a dream, she likes to recite to herself
this is fiction. this is fiction!
the only fiction within this tale is that of the ribbons made of gold 
and their bedazzlement at her beauty and charm. 
yes, it is her beauty that excites them. that is why she is here, she tells herself.
she weeps.