Your words are like poison
Drip-drip-dripping into my
veins
like chemo soaks into the skin of
the sick.

Your words are like knives, pricking my surface and
underneath,
pressing deeper until I bleed
tears.

Your words are like a prison.
Iron bars, encasing me inside
The walls coming closer and
suffocating me until I can’t
breathe.

Your words are like
a gun.
The cold metal
clutched against my
temple, daring me to
press the trigger.

Your words soak into my thoughts,
my dreams, making me want to scream
shout, trying to break me.
Your words sting
cut
bruise
batter
this damaged soul.

Your words try to shatter me.

But...
No matter how hard they try, your words
cannot fracture me. I will push away the gun
rip out the poison line, dodge the
knife. Burst through the prison shafts and into the
beautiful, bright sunshine.
I will flee from your venomous words until I am
free.