Splashing Numbness

They are only words,
so he says, so he says

Hating. Lying. Betraying.

Years of injustice and cruelty
wrapped so nicely in terminology.
Their sounds stop me cold.

Shocking. Horrifying. Paralyzing.

My blood runs boiling hot,
His numbness like freezing water
Splashing me in the face.

But they are only words,
so he says, so he says.

The End

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