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.