“That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
The poisoned words slithered in and out
of loose threaded seams, re-opening
old wounds with venomous fangs.
Soon, she realized all she needed to do
was double-stitch them up tight
so the words would never get through.
But words have an uncanny way
of crawling into you, infesting you
the words, the words, the words.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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