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
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