defiance

your words are coarse.

they grate and grind
against my soul
like razors at obsidian.

but it is a useless endeavor,
for like obsidian i do not chip.

a withering word here or there
does not degrade my state.

i will not crawl to you and ask
for you to put me together.
i will not be your sponge
and soak up all your pain.