A Word About Words: a Poem
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
a word about words:
sometimes they feel like toxic acid.
they touch your body and eat away at you,
until you have a hole straight through to your bone.
like a brand-new blade,
they glide across your skin
and you barely feel a thing
but you are bleeding, and it’s deep,
and you don’t want to clean it up, somehow.
or like a punch in the face,
bam! they hit you, unexpected,
and you feel your nose break, and your teeth hurt,
and you know it will bruise,
and you will deserve it.
i wish i could write that they do not always hurt.
but one way or another,
even if words as kind as any are spoken,
eventually,
they will fucking ruin you.
it is called
a “death sentence”
for a reason

