The poison is not bitter,
or sweet or like any
taste of death;
for it is comes not
as poison at all but as
the ordinariness of life.
It comes as words
so often said, so often
heard and felt and
stored up inside.
The poison is slow,
killing away, killing away,
unseen, unmarked,
but as deadly as cyanide.
Give a little bit
every day,
every day,
every day,
give a little bit
every day and
you will die inside.
Words are not tender,
words are not sweet,
words are the poison
you swallow each day.
Words are forever,
words are a lie,
words are the enemy
that lives by your side.
27/6/2019