My skin is leaking somelight

I hurt a man once.

I hurt him so deeply that I could hear his ribs cracking and the flood in that room and the anti-words I only knew not to think for days inside of my head. Just at the wrong times the whole deal would flash through my thoughts. And I never thought I could break someone that badly, without even meaning to, you know. Without any malicious intent, even. Never, ever towards him.

I don't know. Sometimes I get little glimpses into what we have in our hands, just how our words are capable of either creation or destruction, and it makes me give an involuntary shiver inside--I admit it.