Hate is bitter
and cold
tastes like bile
vodka
cherry chocolate chip ice cream
and raw pasta
crunched between
teeth
spitting lies
chewing sweet grass
the poison
the apple
seeps within
without
withering everything it touches
Hate
is beautiful
and artificial and
as biting cold
International Falls in January
The emptiness of the soul
Hate
pushes everything away
and destroys
everything in its path
Fight the urge
to dwell
in the darkest
coldest
and loneliest of places
reach out
to yourself
and find
peace