The sharp pain
The cutting weapon
Jagged
It doesn’t have to be
A knife to hurt
Everything
Can cause pain
Words
Can cut and tear
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words
Will scar and bleed
Will cut and tear
Jagged
Weapons
If you let it
Jagged
The words try
To find their mark
Seeking through your skin
Trying
In vain
To rip
To rupture
Your heart
Your veins
Words
Try
To make you bleed
To make you cry
You don’t let it
Anymore
Jagged as they may be
Nothing can pierce
The diamond skin
The concrete veins
Pain scars
Over and over again
Until all that flows
Is slow moving
Honey-like
Viscous
Poison
You won’t bleed
Your heart
covered with
Jaded stone
Won’t rupture
The words
Jagged
Won’t find purchase
And you laugh
Nothing can hurt you
Not even yourself
Screw the knife
That is made
Of the letters
That make those words
Because you already know
Jagged as they may be
They won’t hurt
Not anymore
As you think of a comeback
You realize laughing is more effective
You don’t need to return
The knife that slashes at you
Because there is no longer
Any strength behind
The insecure person
Who wields it
You laugh
Jagged?
No
It’s dull