you shove your words down my throat
little razors that shred my esophagus
i am filled with these little razors
they have cut through my organs and guts
they have reached my untouched heart
and destroyed that, too
your words have done more damage
than any other part of you
and i am filled with them
they have devoured and consumed me
i am hollow and empty
but your words make me think i'm full
when i'm starving for a little kindness
a little something softer than a razors
you know they can see the razors peeking out through my eye sockets?
the razors slicing through my skin?
i'm just a limp sack of meat and flesh and blood
and i can only take so much
before your words become me
and i become nothing
