A Slip of the Shun

The words themselves were kind,

But spewed out angry-

Like an indefensible accusation.

They were something reckless, something blind,

Measured methodically

In premeditated over-calculation.

They hit like poison darts

Swelling the blood,

Organ to organ, system to system.

Until cardiac necrosis imparts

Death by flood,

By sorrow, by unwanted wisdom.