Pain

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-Venomous Curse-

Fire, burning me alive,
It feels like my skin is melting.
Fire in my veins,
A million times the pain of habanero peppers.
This pain will kill me slowly and painfully,
There is no relief.
This is my curse,
This is my Venomous Curse.

Pain: Taste

I was rearranging my apartment once
And when I went to move my bed
I dropped it's heavy metal frame
On my toe.

When the pain hit me
I got a funny taste in my mouth
A strange sensation
That since then
I have often wondered
If you could taste pain
And if so
What would we call it's flavor.

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When I Feel the Sting


Of how I've tried to understand this wicked desire
The dark deliciousness that I feel with pain
 
Is it penitence for some deep riddled guilt
That can only be absolved through excruciation
 
Am I starved for endorpins, neurotransmitters
So I trick the body into flooding them and feel the high
 
Or do I torture myself with brutal physicality
Conquering real anguish so I can forget the emotional
 
All good theories, sound and clinical
But dare I say they are so off the mark
 
The truth is I love a good spanking
Starting with the anticipation and waiting
 
Feeling the smack of a sturdy wooden paddle
White hot sting that jumpstarts my heart
 
Then the tingling warmth that follows
Counting off with the number one
 
Enduring the subsequent swats in order
Experiencing the elevating suffering they bring
 
Swept up in the moment, a kinky Zen epiphany
Reveling in truly being alive
 
Finally giving up the tears that are so hard to shed
Salty streaming relief like waterfalls down my cheeks
 
But what's the most delightful are the bruises
And the way it hurts so good to sit down, for days
 
Does that answer the question, satisfy your morbid curiousity
If so, can we finally begin

The warm and tingling throbbing

The hot and tormenting sting that makes me want more

Making my blood churn and burn through my body

My head light

My ears ringing

The smile on my face

The one place I want to be...need to be

Under pains hand

UN-DO

the silence kills her, from her distance care
she holds herself trying to find the peace
she dosnt believe exist.
she finds the cuts returning..
tears began to fall from her eyes
as she watch herself bleed
telling herself this is all she need
staring into a mirror wondering..
what has made her feel this way.
what has made her fall back into whats isnt happiness.
feeling as if all her versus were a waist of time,
know shaping into her couplet rhyme.
she drift inside the wounder-er that has written her life.
making her chapters longer and darker.
life has never told her she was wanted,
but only owned by the hatred that evolute around her.
her eyes drowning in her tears as
she watch herself bleed
telling herself is this all she need?

-Kumiko Yamamoto

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