You have grown weary of the words,
always the words. So many words, always
talking, always talking. Your mama warned
you about days like this, days when your
quick with and piercing words would crush.
Only, she never told you they would crush
your own self. Your own heart. Your weary,
wordy heart. You have said enough. Too much.
You were weak. Over here, they call it
vulnerable. Your heart calls it weak, your
heart knows you went too far. You
showed them where they can hurt you,
you let them in. You told them. Silly
girl, you said here, right here, come
and touch me right here. And now
there is no phone, the internet is down,
they are are nowhere to be found and
all you have left is a sorry ditch
you cannot talk your way out of.
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