• The words you speak,
    they slash and burn.
    They sit inside me,
    and simmer and bleed.

    They tear me apart,
    piece by lurid piece.
    I try to ignore these vexatious thoughts,
    but they scratch and pry at my skull.

    You are NO more than a conniving gooey worm.
    You speak NO truth to your treacherous hos.
    Your words gush and swallow them whole.

    I must say I'm victimized by your words so faux.
    My fixation of you is nor love, nor hate.
    This enchantment must be some sort of mistake.