Give us nothing. Nothing more.
Let our dreams be empty.
They say you do it till it hurts
in red-and-black flashes
in nerve-hot needles
in rictus spikes
They say there’s a glaze
on those fringed snap-delicate eyes, a grimace
on that sky-sex face.
A railing of pain around that light-sabre smile.
You’re working every bit of your machine-like
to trap the flames in a box, trying
to bind up the spikes, trying
to drown it out, trying to think of something,
They say you push it till it hurts
No! Please! Stop
before it hurts
Stop before it screams and breathe it.
And give us nothing.