Slice

Spoken knives slashing through the distance
Scarring the ears of the innocent
Tracing the freshly healed stitch

Redundantly hammering in the words
Cracking the fossilized shell
That was a shield from harm

Bitter eyes, put them away
Tools used for torture
Leaving little room for mercy

Eyelids fall shut
Helpless in the fight for closure
The carving of insanity repeats.