*tw: fire and burning*
i am slightly burning with anger and
it's tinging my insides.
a small match lit flame bubbling
and growing with laughter, sparks
flying and embers glowing as if asking
a challenge, as if whispering maniacally,
"are you testing me? though i am small,
i can grow and grow and grow and
i will engulf everything and everything will burn." each small indifference
is like a stick added to the pile,
and i wait for the flames to grow
as tall as skyscrapers and eat everything
in their path and i feel myself burning
from the inside out, but i fight it
with my sensibility and i coax the
flames down to a minuscule size but
they're still there and i'm slightly
burnt with anger and i'm irritable as hell.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
