Masochists
Our parts are burried
In self-made pits
We revisit in peril.
To purge them, beginning,
Would toil us too much,
Too viable to carry.
We must be sent, treading mountains,
To tend to callouses
Self-rooted in the dirt.
We retrieve them
From earth to vent,
Then tuck them back to fester.
Our masochism feeds us.
The afterglow of agony
Is euphoria.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Masochists
Our parts are burried
In self-made pits
We revisit in peril.
To purge them, beginning,
Would toil us too much,
Too viable to carry.
We must be sent, treading mountains,
To tend to callouses
Self-rooted in the dirt.
We retrieve them
From earth to vent,
Then tuck them back to fester.
Our masochism feeds us.
The afterglow of agony
Is euphoria.