Masochism

Sometimes I can feel the universe—

Quivering and rippling trough me in great, thunderous waves.

I am terrified. 

I am elated.

I feel everything. 

Every bee sting,

Every hot night spent waiting,

I am tired.

I can feel a scream climb into my throat—

A leap of adrenaline,

When the abyss stares back at me.

But I am silent.

I bow my head, and smile at passers by.