wordly wounds inflicted,

festering,

going deeper by the day.

try to slice through

before they settle

in the heart of me.

bleeding not red

but poisoned words

and thoughts;

leeching them.

watch them stain

and drip from unwilling fingers

that seem to fight

to hold on to them.

as I watch, I wonder

am I too late?

has their mark taken permanent hold over me?