Sharpness of words

Words can kill

they tend to linger 

 

They constantly stab 

stab holes that can never be filled 

 

The more words 

the more holes

 

Holes grow where compassion used to lie 

The holes consume until there is nothing but a shell

 

A shell feels no pain from words 

but is a shell really living 

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