And breathe it

Give us nothing. Nothing more.
Let our dreams be empty.

They say you do it till it hurts
hurts
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
concentration, trying
to trap the flames in a box, trying
to bind up the spikes, trying
to drown it out, trying to think of something,
anything.

They say you push it till it hurts
hurts
hurts
No! Please! Stop
before it hurts
too
much.
Stop before it screams and breathe it.

And give us nothing.

What do you think?