Words as weapons and medicine

Numbed fingers running down bleached bones.
Can you feel the fractures?
All those little words pelted one by one,
Until they struck home.
It only takes on well aimed syllable,
one targeted adjective,
And the objective is achieved.

Dry eyes glancing over shivering sinew.
Can you see the flinches?
Any pretty words fading into the distance ,
Until they dissapear.
It would take just one kind breath,
One adoring noun,
And the shaking might stop.

Do you suppose I’m happy
Just because the tears have ceased,
That I’m calm,
Because adrenalin has faltered?
That this fractured soul can heal itself,
Despite the continual storms?
What do you presume will happen when I lose the umbilicus to my own words?

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