Kelpo

There’s Mrs. Dadar heading toward me. It’s Game Time.

Oh! But …have we met before? I thought not!

Hi, I’m Kelpo. I live with Mrs. Dadar. She has three boys. I think she has a husband ..or is it a paying guest?…I can’t really tell.

I came here few months ago. Since then life has been…well… it’s not easy living with Mrs. Dadar. The days are bad. But the nights are worse. In this lonely kitchen….worn out…..with the day’s abuse splattered all over my body.

I live quietly for the most part.

I thank my mother for helping me understand this is the way my life was meant to be. Otherwise it would be unbearable.

I am still learning to deal with The Game- when she inserts unspeakables into my core. I don’t understand why she does it. Perhaps she just likes to watch me? At first I tried to hide my pain- I simmered silently, hoping to please her with my acquiescence. But maliciously she would turn up the heat on me even more. The whole point of the game, you see, is to see me twist and writhe and beg for relief. So its smarter to let go and scream for mercy- she gets what she wants and I get off the hook faster.

I choose relief over dignity, is that bad?

So here comes Mrs. Dadar. Its ok if you want to walk away now. It really is.

I will surrender. I will scream. As the pressure builds you will turn away I know. It’s ok. I’m built of steel.

Don’t worry.

It’s all in a day’s work for a pressure cooker.