Every single syllable and action out of line,
burns my flesh to the bone.
The slightest friction in your tone,
like skin ripped off and sprinkled with salt and lime.
Every word of what you say,
makes my insides tremble and shake with dismay.
My flesh is raw, like I’m skinned alive,
every gaze thrown wrongfully my way,
cuts my skin open like a razor blade.
everything moves me in ways you don’t know,
so in peace I heal and in silence I grow.