Some words hurt
A flicker of memory
Something so human
Cry's out
Leg bouncing
Eyes avoiding
Nails diging into the soft peice of skin on my hands
The words edged are sharpened
Though the weilder dosent know it
And I feel bad for blaming them
They didn't know
But the wound on my chest bubbles
And I take in a small gasp
And suddenly droplets are running down
Not my chest but my face
11/27/23