Verbal WarfareA Poem by Heather Hassellverbal warfare, the cruelest kind. sickly syllables pierce the skin with every beat. sentences strung together with an intangible toxin, the deadliest of weapons.
two opponents, spewing words spawned from the unholiest of places. their only goal to cut the other down. to see whose poison is more potent. who can strike the strongest blow.
it's the kamikaze pilot versus the suicide bomber. you can't have verbal warfare without letting your own ugly show. kill your kindness. suffocate your sympathy. show no mercy.
after all, there's no going back.
© 2013 Heather HassellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHeather HassellAboutMy name is Heather Hassell, nineteen years old and I live in Baltimore, Maryland. I write because I'm still trying to find my own voice. more..Writing
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