Burned

The ghosts of words still have power to wound.

Like an incantation, or ancient truth,
They lurk in the shadows of shadowy thoughts,
And prey upon vulnerable, terrible hearts.
And all at once my vision’s obscured
By a blue-black rage that scorches and scalds
And flays away all but the cowering core
Of my vulnerable, terrible, insecure heart.
~ NC Nolasco
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