lay not your hands on me
do not beleaguer me
with your heavy falling
fists
that scar, and bruise;
tiny little capillaries breaking to produce
a purple so beautiful it’s a sin
regarding cigarette burns
and swollen, aching jaws,
give me none.
instead, love,
realize that your actions do not speak louder than
[but give way to]
words.
words
that can be documented
and displayed freely.
words
that can reveal
that all there is to your violence
is fear.
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