He wants it to be a slow boil
Tiny pinpricks just enough to rob my peace of mind
Slowly softly strip my defense
Always ready to step back and claim innocence.
He wants to see just how far to push the line
Hiding behind the perhaps, maybes and I don’t know whys
”Twas just a joke, a comment
Just something he did
Why do I ask, how dare I even think I could?
Over and over, again and again
His words seep through and over everything
Till it all is coated with skin rasping poison
As he sits there, smiles and continues to pretend.