Ravel Then Bind

By Savannah at This Too Is Holy

You want to turn me on.

I’d rather you turn me off.

I am a trillion miniscule

black-and-white pieces of

pixelated static.

Hair-fall from fingers returning

again and again

to the comfort of the scalp.

I am the relentless chirring

of legs rubbed raw—

a symphony of sharp notes

without intermission.

I don't need ignition.

I'm a breath away from combustion.

Court me with sedation.

Become my oblivion.

Romance me with lavender, not roses.

I see enough red

when I shut my eyes.

Ravel and then bind me

so that my fraying edges

can lie safe and inert.

At least,

just for tonight.