I speak to you
because circumstance requires it.

I speak to you through a silencer
to quiet the cacophony of words I fire at you.
No one needs to hear the BLARE of my contempt,
nor the SCREECH of my disgust.

I choose my words carefully,
running my tongue over this one’s sharp edge,
pressing my lips against that one’s heavy bluntness.
I get sick pleasure watching you recoil as the words ricochet through your mind.

I am shell-shocked after we speak.
Nauseous from my desire to gouge at your soul,
disgusted at your inability to detect the reason for my verbal warfare.

Pray that I am not responsible for triage.

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