Press you down

And run you along.

Your pointed sharp end,

Draws a line on my skin.

Dull pain leaves,

Revealing only a faint,

Raised pink line.

Not enough,

Not what I wanted.

 

Reposition

Your pointed sharp end.

Lift you up,

And start again.

Run you along,

Deeper and harder.

 

Your pointed sharp end,

Pierces my skin.

In its place,

Lies a thin red ribbon.

That snakes across,

My pale skin.

 

Your pointed sharp end,

Again and again. 

Glistening red beads

And thin crimson rivers,

That slip across my arms.

There's sharp pain, 

Stinging, yet soothing.

A distraction, 

From my internal Battle of Valhalla. 

All my attention turned, 

To the physical pain

And deep red blood. 

 

Your pointed sharp end,

Only a momentary relief. 

But do me a favour, 

Let this time be longer. 

 

Your pointed sharp end, 

Please listen to me. 

This time deeper, 

Unrecoverably so.

 

Your pointed sharp end, 

This time not a momentary relief. 

An eternal one, 

Please. 

 

Your pointed sharp end, 

An eternal relief. 

I am begging you, 

Please!