Being killed is easy: I should do it every day. 

When his friends come round, 

he puts flowers in my mouth and tells everyone how beautiful I look. 

He likes to pick me up and toss me from one hand to another. 

I’m going to drop it, I’m going to drop it, he jokes and everyone laughs. 

It is hard to respond with my mouth full. 

When we are alone, he wipes fingerprints off me, 

while I stay very still.