I hear those words
hurled, murmured, gritted through shiny teeth
I hear
and I absorb
and I become
the words
immunity to their sting?
never
they embed
fester
rot into my soul
and live there
sleeping virus of guilt
forever
hiding
to jab through
sunlit mornings
to dim warmth and light
and always they are there
you little know
the power
your words have weilded
worse
never will you care.

April
4/21/2018
NaPoWriMo