»Treacherous Words«
(by Anesa Dindar)
His words are more dangerous than his blows.
His words remain long after the cuts and bruises have healed.
His words, like poison seeping through my being, numb me, break me, destroy me.
His words make me hate him.
His words make me hate myself.
His words remain long after the cuts and bruises have healed.
His words, like poison seeping through my being, numb me, break me, destroy me.
His words make me hate him.
His words make me hate myself.
written in February 2010 : submitted on February 12, 2010 : viewed 11 times
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