these words are being forced
past my lips
and my chapped skin
is starting to bleed.
so watch me as my ribs crack
and i whittle them down to points
with my sharp tongue
because if you won’t let me fight with
my fists
then my only option is my sentences.
so i will tear apart skin with my stories
and rip open bones with my lies
because even though ive always hated to fight
i will not let you destroy what i have loved.