He just throws them
Like that
Humiliating
Belittling, trivializing
Words, sharper than sword
Churning in her mind
They wound her
Pecking away joy
Like a woodchuck
Until the final blow
Striking her down
Negativity cultivated
Cursed by all
From maternal
The heritage, ancestry
Spewed forth
The melancholy, he permeates
To his loved ones
The most loved
Word, with words, he strikes
Forever, mired in such
resentment. Be you, be cursed
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