a brief poem about hatred

a brief poem about hatred

the anger in this household fills the air thick as smoke

lungs blackened bruised with your haptic sentence fragments

fall away once again with traditions so bespoke

with the way that aroma clings to your fabrics -

make amends with the demons that lurk

for this story of yours has never not been something tragic

write your will, end the chapter

feedback-static infiltrates, sends you automatic

not an ounce of air to breathe, 

nothing good to fill your lungs

pure light is barred from this house, effective as a sieve

cleanliness evaporates as does a pill on your tongue

soothing the pain's just a phone call away

numb my fingers and arms and bones

my roots degrade as does your health as you take another drag

another sip, another fit, another episode at 2 A.M.

so used to being cornered by your zombified-self-mutilation

shall we send you off to the labs,

lobotomize and terrorize and ostracize and victimize,

this finale of your absolute, unchanged intention