Words

 

We say there are only seven deadly sins.

We are wrong.

There is an eighth sin.

A silent one.

One we don’t recognize.

They start with friendly conversation.

They end with a river of tears.

It starts with “Hello”

And it ends with “Why?”

Why me?

Why now?

What did I do?

Words are the eighth deadly sin.

They kill.

They criticize.

They are a weapon.

Words.

Words.

Words.

Words killed my best friend.

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