Perfect Crime

The perfect crime

The way to

Grab someone

Kick them or

Cut them All without moving

Just by uttering a few breaths

Filling the air with poison

The evidence is never obvious

Never broken bones

Always a shattered soul

Victims left to wonder Whether their wounds are real

Thinking words are just words

Constantly told they are overdramatic

Consistently invalidated Just like their minds

These words last forever

Leaving an infinite loop of invisible lacerations

The perfect crime

The one no one talks about

This poem is about: 
My family

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