K- Anti-Masochistic

Anti-Masochistic

she begs me not to slice into myself
easing the pain by causing different pain
bashing my head into the glass wall
so the itching of my soul won't bother me

she gives me a towel and I wrap it around my neck
looking for a good place to hang from
and she tells me to wipe the acid off my skin

I try to gouge out my eyes
so the wailing light won't kill me
and she hands me a pair of dark sunglasses