Word

This word is torture to a fragile mind, spoken without thought to wound yet torture of the killing kind when thoughtless brewed and deftly spooned. It digs a hole with taloned feet and burrows deeply in the soul, though honeyed voice may be so sweet, there’s nothing in it to console. Lying there in weighty gloom, the word becomes a giant mass, its head a rabid hate-filled plume of purple bile and toxic gas. This word can sever friend from friend, can cause a rift to separate and there are not the words to mend, nor reasons to exonerate its usage, whether thought or said. By application, one to one, its implication, over-fed is done, and cannot be undone