When rage grips you,
when misery hugs you,
the lid of brusqueness breaks apart
and filthy words ooze out.
They travel through your bones scouring
for an opening,
and since kindness doesn't obstruct them,
they are easily blurted out.
Vicious words, falling on the ears of people around
seem bitter pill to swallow.
Still they devour,
slackening the threads of relationships,
rendereing your friendship
nothing but hollow.
But, when the fury leaves your hand,
when your saner part
takes a hold, you cognize your mistake.
Beseeching the words
to come back,
you realize that words once spoken
cannot be retreated and ties
cannot be treated.