you say the words

those killer words

that burst out

looking for a fight,

words that cut me

to the core,

words that bring

hurt to the boil,

tears to flow that

splash my shoes

and make blood flow,

and after as you

tend my wounds,

repair the damage

force the jinn

back in his box,

you’ll look at me

squarely in the eye

and mutter sorry

sorry once again

© Graham R Sherwood 04/25