Poetry

Caustic

by Patricia Harris

The words that drip from your tongue 
burn deeply into the soul, 
Caustic like the acid, 
Perhaps I am lost in a fog 
of the brain melted by what you had to say... 
 
I stand here broken, 
wondering if I have made 
many the wrong choice, 
Walking through the acid rain... 
for someone who will never see  
the damage inflicted. 
For the one who will always  
cause me pain.
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Patricia Harris- Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris And as Serena Mossgraves - Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves

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  1. The words, only hurt so bad, because we trusted those who blurted them out to us, and, after, too many awful things get off the tongues, we will, eventually, become, completetly, IMMUNE, from everything that those individuals who had, hurt us with the words, said…

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