Contempt. curls on the
tip of my tongue
and bites, grinding
against the crowns of my teeth
contempt
burns in the back of my mind
and walks at the heels of my feet
contempt
layers life after lovetip of my tongue
and bites, grinding
against the crowns of my teeth
contempt
burns in the back of my mind
and walks at the heels of my feet
contempt
with a brilliant cunning black streak
contempt
deals with the
world who has forgotten
their ignorance, the poor and the weak
contempt
is the reason
the air i inhale
feels like a foreign fire in my gizzard
contempt
brings out the claws in
my hands the savage in my blood
and the masses…
my heart beats faster---
it’s started
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| Carry it in your fist, throw it away 15 December 2011 11:40:01 |
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