I Had A Thai Massage For A Shrink Poem by Melanie Emikohe

I flinched from deep-pressure to my sen
kneaded soft tissues with serious intent
like flagellating me for a crime committed

why did I pay to be tortured
ninety minutes of voluntary pain
like being pinched hard pressure
by one hundred mad fingers

I thought of asking her to ease it
medium or soft
not to get overexcited with a stellar performance
but that would not be as strikingly painful

I sought not to be soothed but to get hurt
It is immense agony
but subdued my stormy thoughts completely,
momentarily

For another pain can be numbed
by a greater pain
I just needed a break from crying