I try not to take it. Close as tight
as a fist. Close quick like a clam
protecting the softness of myself.
Squeeze shut like the eyes of a child
awaiting a surprise. The temptation to peek
overwhelming. But still, it finds a way in.
A gift thrust with intention to hurt.
You prize it into my closed palm.
You wedge it into my closed mouth.
You pierce it into my closed eyes
whether I want it or not.
Raped by your determination to offend
I’m left reeling, raging, rambling.
You swagger off accomplished. My insides
shred your words into pieces along with
soft parts of myself. My wholeness affected.
Altered by your ignorance. I guess
that was your plan all along. Well done.
~The H Word~