It Hurts So Well - Inside You

As thought turning the screws

Pain grips you inside

As though the needles

Prick your skin

And you can feel

That you’re real

It hurts so well

As cold, as warm

As hungry

As nourishing

You’re suffering

As if you were relishing it

As though you

Are nailed to the cross

As though they pour

Boiling slops all over you

And you can feel

That you’re real