I have a burning hatred for you,
why weren't you born without a mouth?
Why can't it be as easy
as a tab-aligned decal?
You keep the concrete mixed-in with the lukewarm,
and my heart,
in your eyes,
is no burning torch;
mutated without remorse, but
you needed another one more.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoesiaWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
