Words that Wound
One mouth frozen twisted with such hate it becomes obscene like a snake about to reel and devour itself again. Her words have been forgotten but they have no less power to wound–the words thrown like a dagger: the words that prompt the dagger itself. How can one speak with so much venom without choking on the poison and slowly dying from within? We become what we say: Fill us with blackened charred words and we eat ash, swallow fire, and slowly burn with hate from the inside out– But fill us with love and light and let us shine so brightly that our pores become stars, a constellation of hope, and we will file the sharp edges off their words, pack them in downy daisy fluff, create a spoken font so soft until there are no words left to speak except in green and gold song. Ariel S. Maloney Ariel S. Maloney teaches literature and writing to high school students in Cambridge, MA. She has published multiple op-eds about educational policy issues online, and her poetry and nonfiction have appeared in local publications such as The Inman Review, the Harvard Summer Review, and Around the World: An Anthology of Travel Writing Collected by Harvard Book Store.
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