words cut.
how?
how could something, words … how could it cut? how could it be made to make you bleed? how can something, only seen on “paper”, one heard in voice hurt? the paper could cut you, but that’d be the papers wound, the voice could break your hearing, but that too would only be the voices wound. words, itself, as a whole, as a being could tear the very fiber of your soul, of you being. how? when they sit and vegetate in your mind, they seem to … to disintegrate the wall that’s there to block them out, and once they’re through, they get to your inner most being, the frail, fragile being that makes up your very soul. then it begins to eat away at that as well.
( this is just a rough draft of what i’m working on now. i’ll probally end up redoing it to many times before i accept it. )