how did comfort turn to tears
we went from
discussing how many children we want in how many years
discussing our hopes
our dreams
and our fears
turn in to dread
your words washing down on me like salt water
while i bled
no matter how much i wash my mouth out
in hopes of slaughtering thy redoubt
the taste still lingers
stinging my soul
slitting my wrists left with no control
i hate you with everything in me
you scream at me
over
and over
and over again
forever changed by your tongue
one sentence
seven words
ten syllables
twenty six letters
yet so much connotation behind them
peeking out like a gem
ripping out the little self respect i had left
forever changed by you.