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Otto Burnwell: Fox Fox Fanny Cuts

Art by Joseph Richkus © 2023

Fox Fox Fanny Cuts


by Otto Burnwell



fox fox fanny cuts

makes you feel the whip at once,

the pain is so exciting,

the visit over all too quick,

your blood is not quite dry.


she turns your pockets out

before handing back your clothes

and leaves you nothing to get home.

she’ll savor, like an after-dinner mint,

the thought of you debased,

entreating change from strangers

so you can ride a city bus.


the purple bruises fade to gray

the gashes heal and harden into welts.

again, compulsion swallows you,

the mongrel at her door,

scratching so she’ll let you in.


she waits behind the curtained windows,

listening to your whimpered pleas

before she whispers, “welcome,

said the spider to the fly,”

then makes you herbal tea.

she watches you disrobe

to let her bind you with her chains.


it isn’t love, these wounds you’ll ice,

these cuts you’ll daub,

these burns from melted wax.

more like a secret pride

in a lover’s grim possession.


but there are times

when you’re gagged and bound,

her eyes can’t hide their gleam.

she aches to go too far

and that’s the day she’ll kill you,

which gives you such a hard-on

you can barely stand the wait.



Otto Burnwell lives, works, and writes in the urban northeast, nurturing a single-malt mentality against the turmoil. His short fiction has appeared in Misery TourismTerror House Magazine, Horror: Sleaze: Trash, The Oddville Press, and Fiction on the Web. Verse works have appeared in The Stray Branch, the dearly departed The Oddville Press, as well as Yellow Mama. He is on Twitter at @OBurnwell.

Joseph Richkus is an enthusiastic illustrator, photographer, writer, and reader. He has been an essential oil perfumer for more than 20 years, and has worked as a history teacher, chemist, security guard, and circus canvasman. He bemoans the limits of time and regrets that he is not 10 people, one of whom would happily devote every waking hour to reading the Sunday New York Times. 

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