Words as Weapons

Words flow like liquid thoughts,

Like vomit they’re being sprayed onto a digital book of self-pity,

They silently make their way down the pages of another new day.

Lost so easily,

They’re never at the right place at the right time,

And they never seem to be understood.

A red sea of letters that lays still, quietly screaming in agony because it’s being torn apart again and again.

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