It can be the most destructive word in the English language.
It can drive a full stop into Life and squat there, unyielding.
It can draw tears, commanding control and forcing surrender to its presence.
It can sneer in the company of a smile, twisting a fragile spark into a grimace.
It can convey the ache of distance and the promise of impending hurt.
It can mutate beauty and spread, web-like, as though ink in rain.
It can gnaw away happiness and rot away that which used to be good.
It can tear through flesh and tattoo itself onto hearts.
It can be the last word ever said.
It can kindle the hope for a Hello.