For every mistake,
For every sin,
There goes the rebuke
That pushes the mind to imagine.

There goes
A gun in the mouth,
A blade on the skin,
A body down the steep bluff,
A noose around the neck shaft;
It tightens and tightens, the coil
Of cutting conversations—
Heavy, heavy, heavy.
Each word add weight to the grave.

When you speak,
All I hear are sharp anger and heavy hatred.
Why does your strength
Have to mean another's pain?