Hate like a cauldron boils and bubbles
Fumes, choking, suffocating
Toxicity flowing like red hot magma
Flowing and growing, all consuming
Whatever happened to family?
Whatever happened to community?
Whatever happened to mutual respect?
YOU ARE READING
word vomit
PoetryJust a collection of my very freeform angsty poetry/writings from eighth grade onwards. * * * * * (I know these get pretty dark but don't worry about me, I'm in a much better place now than I was when I wrote some of these)
