Glass

My words are glass and steel.

 

They shoot from my lips with an evil intent, and every time hit their target.

 

Merciless.

 

They float out delicate like swirled blown glass shapes, or cut my lips as they fall helpless to the floor.

 

There are so many things I don’t say.

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