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Just one?
one stray unjust word that slipped the leash
from errant tongue
but loose, now free, to batter, to cut and drive
a wedge between.
one word unjustly penned or typed by feeble hands,
in quick riposte:
and idle despatch
with nary a thought, now free
to wing with sharpened barb, or razor slice, or
withering thump.
just one word to hurt.
pity if that were so.
a breath inhaled
a shock
delivered.
now stirred, the maelstrom
feeds,
that one becomes
a storm, no mercy.
torrential barrage
that hammers, and batters, and breaks
defences.
barraged with no care,
the give, the take,
to wound
to bleed
by slings and arrows
aimless maim.
now spent
time
now to pause
and mayhap
relent.
the tide doth break,
wax and wane
more gentle now.
but bruised.
mere words
but powered
nonetheless.
strength of heart
a beat quiesce.
a spark of shame
no one to blame
no one to make the claim
will it stay the same.
does the flesh somehow tame.
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