Cut my throat and
stab my stomach and
kick me in the balls and
gouge out my eyes and
drain my blood and
tear open my ribcage and
peel apart each sticky-red vein and
pour molten lead down my throat and
lacerate my skin with knives and
break my bones and
stop my heart all while
pouring salt, vinegar, acid on my wounds but
never,
never,
never
tell me that I don’t know
how it feels to
hurt.