Sticks and stones
They break my bones
and words all but desert me
Rocks and weapons
Wipe face from bone
Words are all that hurt me
The sticks can break and cuts crust over
Welling horror to the surface
scars they leave are always shown
Offer bodily mercy
Stones weigh down as I eat them whole
A part of my own squalor
Piled high I stand in spirit shown
The rocks settled in belly holler.
They erode
They crack away
Leaving a shell that is bruised
not tainted
Rocks make weigh
Strong together
Weak in waves
Asunder are but fodder.
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Words
severed limbs
Places that were once flowers
shoots that grew to new world
fantasy facades
Words are wounds
that bleed dry as I walk, no limp to bid me
broken
Sticks and stones
The feeling bones
Words
how they have deserted me.
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