Abuse

It's hilarious to think that you can poke at my skin and think I can feel anything above an inch thick the thought of your words pinching dead skin as if I could receive a word like a stick or be pushed over by a shock wave from a disapproving look you can throw things, you can spit, you can punch me with your fists but you will have to try harder and walk longer and faster and be braver and bigger than a bully that stands alone and follow me home to a truer hell than you will ever know