Behavior Modification

There is a man taskedwith shoving wooden dowelsand bamboo shootsunder my nail bedsand into my cuticles.
In our sessions I askhow he keeps his sanityaround family.Does brutalitynot seep into fathering?
He always smiles and basksin my uncomprehendingexacerbation.How can he feel guiltabout this situation?
He has been told I ama thoughtless automaton.He ignores my screamsbecause they taught himmy feelings were programmed.
I argue while hot steeldrives itself into my skin,debate my agencywhile nailbed...