Wordsmith

your words are like daggers
small, but deadly
disguised
as feathers.

your words are like poison
laced within my
coffee
they kill.

your words are like bullets
a precise aim
murders
my resolve

your words are like a chokehold
they crush me
until
I collapse

your words are like sugar
silent and almost
overwhelming
saccharine sweet.

your words are just that
but you don’t
realise
they hurt.