Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the Disney Corporation, meaning that I have no rights of ownership at all of Kim Possible (c) or any components thereof.
Author's note: I know I should be working on my actual stories. I know. But I wrote this poem and as I was going through and editing/proofing it, I pictured Shego and that picture would not go away and leave me alone. So, I decided to post it here, as a poem written in Shego's POV.
Masochist by PseudoJuliet
Wrapping up inside myself the things that make me
so afraid of who I could possibly be.
I'm hidden within these layers of sarcasm and apathy.
I care beyond what shows.
I'm lost beyond these roads I've traveled too many times before.
These masochistic moments of
curling in,
breaking down,
tearing away these barriers;
maybe I like the pain.
It reminds me I'm still breathing in
the poisons in this air - blackening my lungs.
I love the burn of depraved bronchioles suffering;
the wretched agony of broken coronary organs,
their pumping rhythmically disrupted.
It helps to know I bleed the same red I always did
and always will
I hope.
I just need the pain to thrive and survive
to keep believing it's real.
Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming
this life I never wanted, like a nightmare I can't wake from.
This dying body falters with attempts to move.
Pain is a reanimating force.
Bruise me in remembrance, cut me in advance;
we're waging wars - humanity against devilry.
Dress our wounds with tourniquets of faith.
Why not let 'em bleed;
the dripping crimson rivers reminding
of teardrop sensations of emotions?
Baby, I might be a masochist
but this damned pain keeps me going
End Note: Reviews are greatly appreciated. I would love to know how to improve my writing.