Touch

Words
are like sticks
They break me
Sticks and stones
don't break my bones
it's words
I must disarm them
so they don't hate me
remove the blue touch
So it can't gas light
take out the pin
and throw it in
hastily prepared
sand bags.. Which
I carry in my handbag
and smile the painted smile
You can have an indelible one
bit like an eye brow.