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Cut me open and see
The words tumble out
Red and angry
Staining the wood floor.
HURT has spattered
On the drapes.
PAIN is running
down the stairs.
Watch them fall
Rolling, plummeting.
I try to pick them up,
Stuff them back inside me.
But they just
Won’t fit.
Why?
They’ve been replaced.
Words of love and care,
Compassion and trust
Have put themselves in the
Place of the words that you
Used to fill my life.
(2012)
