Ruthless

My words have teeth
Snapping, growling
As they escape my mouth
Ruthless dangles from wrists
It jangles as I walk
A warning
Some would call compassion a fool’s gift
Some days I wish I was ignorant
For the words swarming and pecking my ears
Only confirm that people have stopped
Listening to each other
Stopped noticing each other
Swarming are our actions
Weakened are our words
My words have teeth
So everything I say sinks in
Growling loud enough
For everyone to hear
For I wear ruthless on my wrists
It is my perfect accessory