Cacophony Of The White Ravens

A blade of words

"A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever."

- Jessamyn West

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I swirl and swerve,

as I hurt and maim,

the brothers

who had once stood by me.

As my victories grow,

so do the tears fall,

both mine and the sisters',

who had once called me home.

The need is greater than the want,

I convince myself,

with every stab and every slice

and every tear shed.

A war with no truce in sight

rages in my mind,

and the clang of blades,

keeps me awake in my sleep.

My hands are not bloody,

like those of Lady Macbeth.

For I have never taken a life,

and I possess no blade.

It's my words,

my mighty words,

that grips them in terror.

For I shall never stoop so low,

to be the one with stained hands.

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