Tell me where it hurts

Said the man

Wearing a blue shirt

Here

Said a girl

Wearing a red shirt

Once white

But by the slight of a hand

And the stab of a man

Her white shirt turned red

This is impossible you should be dead

Said the man

In the blue shirt

To the girls mum

Who could hear the conversation

Do they think I’m dumb

Thought the girl

Who’s perception of the world

Didn’t anticipate to be stabbed at 12

Why

Thought the girl

Why me

In a world full of choice should his choice to make me bleed

Because pain is optional

In any world

It all comes down to that one little girl

Who did not choose to be stabbed

Who didn’t choose the pain

Who never sought out to be maimed

But didn’t feel the pain of the blade

A centimetre away from her brain