Masochistic?

Masochistic? The tunnel was slick with light. It was the deepest red she had ever seen.... Seven colors had been crushed together to make it. The girl was washed down On a tide of someone else's pain. Sharply, she saw that she was covered in blood, And started to scream. . Hush, The tunnel said, The blood isn't yours, It isn't yours It isn't yours. . . [During the day, You will see a woman walking through the tunnel, Tearing at the walls With hands worn to pearl Ask her what she is doing. "I mine this tunnel for pain; She will say.]