By Laura LaJoie
Sticks and stones
May have fractured
My bones,
But nothing
Compares to the
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Destruction words imprinted
On my soul.
As vultures plucked one
By one, their talons stripped
Me of my flesh,
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The last ounce of dignity I had left.
I convinced myself words
Could never hurt me,
While in reality,
Words became
The weapons that
Tore me to shreds.
Category: Poetry