Words-Beverly Koepplin

Words you hurl at me

Cartwheel through the thin fine air

Like flying sabers

Silver angles flashing in the sun

And slice through my tender skin

And cleave my bones

So cleanly I barely feel the cuts

Until I see the blood seep

And feel my body shrink

And hear my soul cry for mercy

Where there is none.

I cannot find any mercy, God help me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words will always hurt me.

I can run, but I cannot hide;

Your words will always hunt me down 

And find me where I cower

Looking for mercy

Where there is none.

I cannot find any mercy, God help me.

I beg of you please no more words. Please.

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