Hail

how quick

these words cool

collecting in the clouds of my thoughts

calling out, calling out in spite

until it rains down

this malice

caught in an icy gaze and sharper tongue

I will bring down these stones

tiny balls each one of these thoughts

brutalizing your image

tattering until I can dent it

and these words grow larger

the longer they linger

vindictive can a single sentence be

I wish to be ruthless

Icy layer upon cold layer

these actions pour down

bending until you break under this rage

my cruelty is in my mouth

these words

tiny balls of anger and rage

merciless and spite greeting you

by nine in the morning

forever leaving an impression

of a hand on your cheek