An Unkind Word
Like a missile,
Shot,
Through and through,
From one side,
Of the body,
To the other.
Mass destruction.
Everything in its way,
Taken out,
Destroyed,
Ruined,
Laid,
To waste.
An unkind word,
A deed,
A moment,
Of discontent,
Taken to,
The extreme,
Fired,
From one corner,
Of a room,
To the other.
From the,
Corner of one's mouth,
To the deepest depths,
Of another's being.
Chambered missile,
In place,
And fired,
Upon command!
Words,
An off the cuff,
Remark,
A jibe,
A barb,
A dig.
Each,
And everyone,
Intended,
To wound,
Injure,
Driven,
To the quick,
In order,
To inflict,
Maximum damage.
Not just to,
The psych,
But as well,
To the soul,
The spirit,
The superstructure,
The underpinning,
The foundation,
Of one's being.
To sully,
Mar,
Tarnish,
Stain,
Defile,
Crush,
Ruin,
To shatter,
Every good,
Thing,
Associated,
With one's life.
Destroy,
One's,
Sense of worth!
Shock and awe,
Clouds of confusion,
Fear and denial,
Having become anger,
Then rage,
Eyes wide,
And darting,
To see,
Muscles tensed,
And ready to strike,
Blood,
Rushing through,
Clogged arteries,
Adrenals,
Wild with,
Anticipation,
Nostrils flared,
And fire,
In the eyes,
Of those,
Caught,
In the heat,
Of this one,
Last battle,
For who,
Will rule,
The roost,
In this,
Sunken cellar,
Of sewage,
And waste.
An irrecoverable,
Moment in time,
Replayed in,
One's mind,
Over and over,
And over,
Again,
A memory,
Of a
Once dark night,
Of the soul,
An indelible mark,
A gallows blade,
Continuing,
To gnaw,
Its way through,
The nap,
Of one's neck,
From now,
Until the,
End of time!
