How sad
Is it not
That we pride ourselves
In hurting others
Words cut like knives
Slicing open scars over and over
Why do we enjoy
Hurting others?
For reasons unknown
We stab knives in backs
Abandon friendships
And form new ones
All while leaving the former in ashes
Words, although merely made with tongue
Are sharper than a butcher knife
And can hurt even the most invincible
So enemies
Put down the swords
Use your tongues
And poison each other like you set out to do.
YOU ARE READING
Solid Abstraction
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