Blurt.

Words never wished for,
but heard,
soft as feathers,
cut deep,
like whips of leather,
clouds gather,
taken vows are shredded loud
by razor sharp teeth
that eviscerate belief,
stomach churning,
acid burning,
vitriol spilled
But who pays
the clean up bill?
Who denigrates
for a cheap thrill?
Who's words
like AK rounds
can kill?
Who eats
but never meets
their fill?
I'm passive
not aggressive,
lassitude is a pastime
for the rude.