The Sacred

Nurturing malice

I still share pity in all the places I shouldn't. The insatiable urge to nurture what is broken presents itself when I look upon the ruble. This field was sown with seeds of malice and hate, and still, I gaze upon them with a tender heart. The wild beasts that stalk kindness do not frighten me like they did before. Deep within my heart, I know that they are starving for love but are controlled by abhorrence.