A Heart, Beat

If it hurts, it must be love
she thought
So the tears were bittersweet
And if there’s pain
then the love is truer still
because intensity brings climax
and the sharp edges cut deep
like the words that he hurt her with
and the feeling of loving, after the fights and bruises
ache inside
heartrending and its pace
resounded as proof of romance with every beat

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Brown Blues One Eyed Tulip by D. Lannie Hanson

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