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Scarlet words painted on my heart.

The drumming sinking low, lower, and lower still.

Each word

Every turn of phrase

Pinned to my chest

Not real

Didn’t happen

You’re wrong

Over thinking

Over analyzing

Over dramatic

I shutter myself

Try to scream

Your voice tears through me

Always your voice

Echoing inside me

Tearing me down

Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But your words will surely kill me