The Vestals of Psychalgia

Artwork by Gutav Klimt

I am hungry for pain; it is what I eat
nourishes the brain, sharpens the mind
transforms bloats tricks the passage of time

The opium eaters seek to lessen the ache
while the cutters create wounds to celebrate the pain
each performing holy ritual to make it more true
teasing vague memories of before
once where it un-ends too soon

Could you, Would you…?
trade it, unchoose it, intensify it
in lieu of the suffering
that enlightens the soul journey through it

Pain demands a sanctuary to be worshiped be inside
to exalt the deity, raise it on high
to meditate on silent screams heard
only by the vestals tending the shrine

if the pain were to stop would it pass into mist?

now the holy offices are complete,
see the vestals bleed into myth

Author: Politrixie

Politrixie the Political Mistress is a blogger, reader, poet and feminist. I am a mistress of mischief, an arty scholar and an Ivy League heffa.

2 thoughts on “The Vestals of Psychalgia”

  1. I could be wrong but was the interpretation of this poem basically saying that pain is just a state of mind? If so that is f@#$ing awesome. If not could you enlightened me on what the true meaning is.


    1. You know I don’t even know what it means! I shouldn’t say that since I wrote it but mostly it came from the fact that I have endometriosis and I spend a lot of time in unalievated pain. So it’s definitely more than a state of mind but it becomes so huge in the mind at the same time that it’s definitely an unholy presence.

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