I stand before you with open arms.
My face is uncovered,
My chest is bare.
Everything is exposed
And I am defenseless.

You can do what you like.
Slap me in the face,
Or punch me in the gut,
Or sweep out my legs from underneath me.
I can do nothing to stop you.

There is no shortage of pressure points.
My fingers are surprisingly pliable
And my eyes have only two cords keeping them in place.
My elbows are hollow
And my knees can be broken.
It’s only a matter of your whim.

Perhaps you’d rather use a knife.
That would expand the options considerably.
Veins, tendons, arteries, ligaments, nerves…
All of them yield easily to metal.

However, they are but trifles,
You know you can do more.
Like the stomach, and the lungs.
Perforate them, and I will be without food or air.
Or the liver and kidneys.
Destroy them and poison me.
And the head.
Open it and my consciousness disappears.

I stand before you with open arms.
You could hurt me in a thousand different ways.
Please don’t.