Sword

From pommel to point, Sword waits, poised. Alert.
Grip is held loose but firm. Solid and sure.
Guard buffers cool against fist, ripe for hurt.
Blade glints in light, awaits blood to procure.

Words are rehearsed. Chosen to inflict pain.
Synonym for syllable till perfect.
Unleashed, unfurled, unable to restrain.
Rage slips from tongue and cannot be unchecked.

Perhaps if you plunge your knife into me,
And I scream my hate tarnished words at you,
Our weapons will clash, strike, smite and then free...