This is my contribution to the above link: Hope you like it Amy:-)
You fling your chiselled words at me
Well aimed, intended to hurt.
I twist and turn and then flee
My mind in disconcert.
Afar, I find a place to sit
In a silent, empty nook
The darts embedded, I slowly pick
Quite a while, it took.
Then I heard the urgent voice
Of the tiny red-hued drops.
And from my hurt , this I learnt
When your pain ends, mine stops.