
One word fell from your lips.
Barbed metal and poison drips.
A bullet locked and loaded.
A life destroyed; imploded.
Twisting through my cranium,
leaving my body cold and numb.
Hatred on an endless loop,
leaving me alone, outside the group.
Laughter rings in my ears.
You preyed on my deepest fears.
Sitting with my head held low.
Even one word can be a fatal blow.
Oof! The last line! This poem had such great flow. I loved it.
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