Ever notice how the most gruesome bruises,
black & blue dwindle into a mellow yellow,
How unsavory, unfortunate gashes turn into pink little slivers that vanish before you know it..
How the particularly agonizing mishaps turn into dull painless scars that are mere souvenirs of pain..
But ironically,
Scornful remarks and repugnant words cave into the most delicate crevices of your soul,
Like seething splinters ,
they burn and sting each time when reminisced,
Each memory the salt reopening the wound..
Perhaps that's why the wise proclaimed,
The pen is mightier than the sword..
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