sometimes I
feel their hate – it
radiates like toxins bores
holes through my skull smells
acrid like sulfur eats tunnels
through my nose I wonder
what made their souls so
hardened – what charred their
hearts to blackened scraps
of coal.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.2009
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.etsy.com
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