You sear my eyes with your fiery filament. A tear may form, but you’ll burn that too. So easy to shut off, but your switch— just out of reach. In simply a few turns, You would be unthreaded out of the socket. I would leave you, shattered, dark and purposeless, alone on the floor.  Instead, my neck is strained up at you. My hands can not twist  your light away. You are too easy to  silence. But I am not the one to do it.