The words I say cut through bone and sinew straight to the heart cracking ribs with a push Sometimes the cut is clean easily mended with some thread and a very very sharp needle But sometimes they are the bull in the proverbial china shop of the body crushing and smashing indiscriminately Sometimes I turn my sharp words on myself doing damage I wish others would do but are too kind to And sometimes the words are nothing but bruises that need to be pushed each of them little reminders Sometimes I just say what needs to be said the consequences be damned because if I don't it will rip itself out of me Perhaps sometimes the walks help screaming my words like axes at trees that cannot be felled by me alone Sometimes they are are the wall the final defense of razors thrown out at random a challenge a plea climb me though it hurts climb me because you care The words I say cut sometimes the truth sometimes a lie but fundamentally me all the same