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Sep 2011
Words,
sharpened on the tongue,
hurled to wound,
to pierce,
to destroy.

Words,
dripping with venom,
flung to sting,
to burn,
to consume.

Words,
syllables weighted and heavy,
wielded to pummel,
to beat,
to crush.

Words,
spoken by you,
who gave me love,
hope,
happiness.

Words,
your weapon of choice,
better than hands,
than belts,
than feet.

Words,
wet with disgust,
ready to pour into,
swirl around,
drown me.

Your words.
Written by
R M Sims
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