Monday, November 21, 2011

The fetish called hatred

(By The Marked One, 101/020)
I feel it
deep inside.
Poison to my heart
it grows inside
like a parasite
and yet I caress it.
Like a loving parent
tenderly
I hold it in my hand.
I let it grow
so large its overwhelming.
And then I snap.
Burning, yet satisfying.


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