Words

The stillness so unbearable
Almost silent except what was said
Echoing at the back of their minds
Repeating over and over again

Every word that ever hurt
Slowly sinking in
No one to tell them that
The words were wrong

Gradually like an anchor
Those words are buried in
Engraved on the surface
On the sea bed made of skin

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