The weight of words



that hurl at you like chaos, words

that don’t give respite

depicting the loss of sunshine

written, spoken, delivered in tones

words that wound to shape one’s wounds

undress it, make it part or lose parts

and words that hurt.

A combination of characters

supposed to make sense

pack stories with vigor

steal emptiness, and incite



that pull you into longing,

blunt but carelessly set free.

Those were the words

that didn’t make it anywhere near


It was heavy and

I couldn’t bear it.

~ image by bator_horvath


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