I absolved you of the power to torture me
When I realised I could do it much better
You can no longer inflict pain with your words or silence
Your efforts to make me feel culpable for your miseries
Amount to nothing now!
Self- flagellation is such a sweet affliction
I love the festering wounds I carve on my soul
Staying awake in the deep of the night
Repeating my sins like a mantra
I keep the sniveling monster inside me alive
My innards are a cauldron of guilt
Bubbling with torment and suffering
I like being in this mortifying state
There is certainly heroism in masochism.
Day 12: Tortured