Stone Steps

Frightened, then kill
me with your word.
Beat my head with
your heart.
Easy
Beat my heart with
hate and pain.
Never
I wear no belt
I have no children.
My hand is not a fist.
Are they married to
death?
What life grows out
of hearts.
Where are the walls
in my heart?
They will all fall.
My hand will never break
into a fist.
A fist turns to stone
and crushes.
A hand draws lines.

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