words are words. they can be simple, funny, powerful, dangerous.

But yours, your words are worse than danger.

They are thick with poison. Thick enough to form a rope.

This rope latches itself around my neck every time you release your army of poisoned words at me.

They haven’t killed me yet but every time you hurl them at me, the rope tightens and  chips away another part of my soul.

i’ll be gone soon.

»a.n.o’h.