Your Words

Like a razor slashing at my flesh,
they cut into my very soul.
Do you hear what you say?
So harsh, so cold!

Digging deeper with
every moment you stay.
Ripping and tearing,
They find their way!

Your voice is silent,
now that you're gone.
Gnashing and gnawing,
they still burrow on.

Now I cling
to my broken heart.
I hope you're pleased,
they found their mark!

by Lee Coombs

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