More than a dozen prickling words attack my body little by little. Some assault my face, my nose, my lips, my eyes. Several of 'em cut through my head. A few gash my arms and a couple stab my chest. I could feel the piercing pain on my palms, still suffer the sting on my feet. Bit by bit those tiny bullets you shoot at me rip me to pieces.
Hurts like a slap on the face a full-blown punch in the gut a piercing stab in the chest that leaves you all sore, bruised and bleeding and stains your whole being Screams in your ears words echoing inside your head again and again shattering your thoughts b r e a k i n g your heart and your ego Lingers in your mind like a ghost that hovers inside your subconsciousness haunting, taunting, mocking you – a fool of your own making Bears down on you that feeling of unworthiness defeating you ‘till you fall on your knees making you crawl and reach out although no one is around Drags you , helpless and pathetic, under the bed where darkness takes over [6/2010]