Masochism poem

Masochism

I made it myself

When you threw me down

I made this pain-turn-pleasure

Finding my way through the dark

Of the inside of my skull

Occaisonally lit by tiny electric fireworks

And each one spells ohhh

In the tissue as you slap me

Or pull my hair, or just plain push

Me a little too hard

I wondered about myself

My apparent reverse-biology

Why I shot my mental load this way

And I have no explanation

But

Ohh

It feels good

-Carrion