'Sticks and Stones break brittle bones' by Lauren Gauge

Brittle bones echo little groans,
now my stepping stones lead me:
round and round the garden like a drunken mare.
Drunk with vengeance.
Spitting sticks and stones to break your little bones.
Inside, my caged body bare.

I paced my mind and found it rocking in a chair.
Creek, creek, chamber bleak.
My arms ridden with your children
and their beatless bodies stare.

I warned you all, creep out of my world.
tip toe away, drown in my pool of sanctuary,
let my presence make you sway.
Feed on my breast no more;
parasites I wed and bore.