break my bones.

I wonder if you would break my bones if I asked you to. I’ve never broken a bone. Mother always said to take care of my pearly whites, but I mistook her words, caring for my pearly white bones while letting my teeth decay. Would you be gentle, soft, take your time, and whisper sweet nothings into my ear as you break me? Would you make it fast, trying to be painless - rip the bandage treatment? Would you ask me how I’d like it or go based on your gut? How does that feeling in your gut want to break me? Did it flip or react at all? How will I react to breaking bones? Will you kiss my bones to mend them better, trace them, sending shivers up my spine - my spine exposed to the open air.