With Pleasure There’s Pain

Shaking uncontrollably
Cold sweats like rain in a storm
Bowels twisting and in knots
Bugs crawl over me in swarms 

Throat starting to close up tight
Joints feel like they’re grinding
This is the devil’s delight
With pleasure there’s pain I’m finding

© 2012 Michael Yost 3/27

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