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Your words
They fill my day
They can prick my skin and make me bleed
But they hurt the most when they are absent
Your words can make me whole
Or cut me in half
My favourite is when they wrap right around me and keep me warm
And I feel seen and wanted and invited by
Your words
I love how you made language physical. They aren’t just words, they are touch, shelter, and injury. The contrast between how they can wound and how their absence wounds even more felt like an emotional crescendo because it spoke truth. The line about being made whole or cut in half carried weight. It’s also the line that that revealed the real subject (at least to me) – the power and control we give to being seen and judged. Beautifully written!
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