Mer­cury is lighter than each breath
I’m banded by metal pincers
Yet strangely I crave pain.
I want to crawl into a small
Space and be hurt
Badly
By someone merciless
So that I’d feel jus­ti­fied in crying.
I’d feel safer
Somehow
Wait­ing for the next blow
Know­ing it intimately
Reach­ing for it
Against my better judgement