Sticks and Stones...

I hope u choke on those words...
I hope those same words that cut me, cut your pulmonary artery.
I want those same words to get stuck in your trachea and you suffocate, I want you to try to cough them up and they just won't come
I hope they defeat you, leave u weary, beaten and bruised, the same way they attacked me relentlessly
I hope your reckless vernacular erodes away your teeth, so your smile doesn't light up my soul anymore
Maybe those words will forever be engraved on your heart and brand u "damaged goods" as they've done me
I hope they taste bitter and make you too angry to function
I want those damned words to burn your tongue, burn your soul...I hope their indecisive nature will one day make you insecure, scared, lonely, hurt
Those words should echo in your ears and burst your eardrum
And when those words reach your heart, your valves simultaneously open and the blood backs up and you die...
I hope every breath you take gets heavier and heavier from speaking them until you can no longer ventilate
Those words should be like cancer, constantly replicating, until you're consumed by them
They should throw off the homeostasis in your body and negative feedback won't work and all your bodily functions cease.
I hope it becomes a virus, getting into your DNA.
I want those words to affect the rods and cones in your eyes and make you blind, literally and figuratively.
I hope those words kill you as unexpectedly as they did me, and on your death certificate it reads: verbal suicide...