I’m an Insulting Knife

You breathe silently
within the walls of your convenience
while the rest of the world
howls with difference
You’re only happy with no grandiose words
They’re a lullaby to keep you awake,
hushed enough for your nosebleeds
It’s always the way you breathe
your excuses to the wolves
to save your hide
And your oeuvre of a name
saves your skin from the insulting knife
those highfaluting words make