Broken Words

You speak to me but you use broken words
They fall and shatter on the floor, they cut, they bleed me
You speak to me with broken words,
The syllables are twisted and the nouns are armed to the teeth.
I hear you but I hide from you.
The words make no sense, The anger and hate have shattered them and I can no longer see the true intent.
You speak to me with broken words and I am cut deep by the floundering letters as I retreat.
The sharp edges fly thru the air and cut thru the space around me.
I wonder if you really care about the dangers of broken words.
The destructive power of sharpened edges of verbs hurling around.
You speak to me in broken words…and I will listen no more.
Brenda Cowan

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About leeskid (Brenda Cowan)

Breathing, writing, listening
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