Nonviolent

I.

I got stabbed,

Stabbed with words,

It was all right;

There was no blood.

II.

Bees sting her a lot.

She thinks they hate her.

They believe that she

Is worth dying for.

III.

He’s been walking around

In his father’s shoes,

Two sizes too small;

He believes that he

Has to learn to fit

Into his world, after all.

Β©Aaysid

But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

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