Words Are Weapons

Words are Weapons that Wound you Well

When you Hear in them Hate they Hurt Harder than Hell

These Scars you See weren’t Slit by Swords

These Welts and Wounds were Whipped by your Words

Pinch and Prick and Pain like Poison

Biting like Bullets and Sharper than Shears

Till Trembling Trickling Toppling Tumbling

Tearing through they come, the Tears.

Words are weapons that wound you well

Your thumb Teases the Trigger, you still can’t Tell

Bullets come Blazing, you can’t take them Back

Again And Again And Again you Attack