"sticks & stones", the divine comedy



you and I go together

like the molar and the drill.

flesh is weak

but darling we know that the ego's weaker still

I've been hung, drawn and quartered,

slowly slaughtered like a goat,

by the tongue

of a woman

who just couldn't

let it go.



sticks and stones

may break my body

but words can tear me apart.

so be careful what you tell me,

spare a thought

for my heart.



broken bones fuse together,

bruises never last for long,

but once they're said words stay spoken

and hearts stay broken from that moment on.



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