Words that twist

Words twist in my palm.
Words thrown, cutting fresh scars
As they leave my hand.
Un-healing, arcing back to sting.

Twist my palms. In words
Of remorse I claw back;
Words said rather than unsaid,
Uttered rather than left thought.

My palms twist words in
Order to manipulate.
Yet half of the message
Is broken by its reception.

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