Poem #54

by Gipsy

Not true that

only women bleed

you bleed pain

from every orifice

you leak pain

from each and every pore

you seek pain as a distraction

from who you are

as a means

of keeping the distance

Lashing you

Whipping you

Beating you

is an intoxication

your pain

is almost beautiful

to see

so familiar

to you

that you

 embrace it

welcome it

like an old friend

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