I have scoured the room floor.Above the carpet, it is red
No more.
No more sniffing for blood.
No more mopping of tears.
I see feet looking up. Eyes overhead.
Smiles of Cheshire cats. Pussycats.
No more strings looped round my wrists
And my fingers they are tired
Of stiffening up to your music. Lucy,
That is your name, collectively, young vampires
With red hair, you have sucked me out.
Sucked me down.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Would that be all?
I have cartwheeled into your worlds
and have been given applause.
I have scoured the room floor.
There is no more.
Your mouths agape and your eyes
Are tearful, and your salted tongues
they lick my bloodless wounds,
for them to speak, to tell me
to do more for you.
I have scoured the room floor.
Above the carpet, it is red
No more.
