Words as Weapons

Sharp syllable edges
pierce the heart 
clouding the blood
With doubt

The next attack 
unannounced
stinging sentences shred 
delicate feelings 

Sibilant soliloquy
filled with menace
Effortlessly inflicts 
Irreparable wounds 

Trickle of insults 
turns into a
Hate-filled torrent 
Drowning me 

Uttered with ease
Your weapons are words 
What need do you have
Of knives

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