Words have a lasting impact,
even the most seemingly insignificant ones.
Simple sentences morph into occult scars
that radiate with permanence and persistence within our heads.
Intrusive echoes left to remind us
of days long past and moments long gone.
Mere words become our
blessings and burdens.
Easily spoken,
yet impossible to forget.
Tag: Words
Words
Words have a lasting impact, even the most seemingly insignificant ones. They create an echo or permanence within our heads that just refuses to be shaken free. They make us cringe, cry, and question ourselves. They can break trust, create doubts, and ruin moments. They leave us with disfiguring wounds, jagged and simple to reopen. And they burden us... replaying feverishly in our minds as if they were just spoken yesterday. Words are easy to speak... yet nearly impossible to forget.
Prettier
My pain has always been prettier on paper... The way my tears land and make the ink bleed through the faded blue lines... The way my frustration smears the page into blurs of illegible letters and marbled designs... The way my notebook's corners are curled during the hours of countless sighs... And the way my fingers twist my misery... So that it's prettier than what's inside.
Consonants
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you effortlessly between your eyes and every vowel punches you remorselessly in the face. But the consonants... They can just tear straight through your flesh...
Edged
Her tongue was edged like shattered glass as her thoughts pierced the air... An ambush of sharp, unforgiving words left puncturing the minds of anyone who dared to listen...
Words
They spewed from behind your coffee- stained teeth... Uncensored, unmerciful, and undeniably concrete.
Vicious
Words slip from your hot tongue effortlessly and quick. Vicious verbs and malignant nouns thrown carelessly, but with steady aim. Striking precisely into a very unforgiving head.
Words
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
Shrapnel
We ignited each other
like pipe bombs.
Our harsh words
sailing into one another
like shrapnel…
And leaving nothing
but ragged scars
and bloodied flesh.
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