Friday, April 23, 2010

easy one for the masochist




The carpet smells of almonds I think,
I sneeze.
The hairs on my neck rise
Something screams in my head.
And this room closes in on me.
I flex my fingers
My fingernail breaks the windowpane.
I smell blood.
And like it.
The ropes cut into me.
It hurts,
And I like it.
This tiny room encompasses me
It is my whole life this afternoon.
And I like it.
I wait.
My mouth waters in anticipation.
I hear movement in the next room,
I prick my ears up.
I wait,
And I like it.