Words

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Hanging in the space between us
Illogical sounds

Haphazardly strung together
To convey a thought

And yet I lay motionless, crushed
Beneath their WEIGHT

Brutally wounded by something
That’s not tangible

How can that be?

No one bothers to blink an eye
As I tend to my cuts

Tracing the invisible scars
The world can’t see

Please just hit me

Shower me with tiny red crystals
Gift me with bruises

Or paint deep crimson rivers that
Flow down my canvas

Give me something

That gives reason to why I feel
Like a bird with no wings

Something I can look at and know
It’s not in my head

Won’t be today

Today you hiss unrevealed leeches
That suck out the light

Leave behind nothing but darkness
A spectacular trick…

Oh how I wish

I could return all your poison
Spit it back at you

Cram those deceitful words down
Your throat ‘til you choked

Want…but I won’t

Instead I’ll bite down on my tongue
Like a good little girl

And absorb all of the pain like
The sponge that I am

I only hope

This will teach you what you should
Have already learned:

Wounds from stones hurt but heal, while
Wounds from words kill you


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