Deeper Than Knives

My mother’s words cut deeper than knives. They slash me and live deep inside my skin. Tr’velling to my heart, they eat me alive. Negative remarks radiate within. “I could just murder you right now, you witch.” I keep telling mys’lf I don’t believe her, But the more she talks, the less i can r’sist. They mult’ply and take over limb by limb, With every word my spark withers away. My spark vanished and my self esteem follows, Tears welling, spilling down my cheeks, astray. As the words eat at me, my inside hollows. The words, they’re sharp, with razor-like teeth They won’t leave my skin, they just lurk beneath.