snarling hatred that i will never yield
A RubyRed Original Poem
no.
i will not yield.
not behind here,
not through word of mouth
not even when i stand opposite you,
i will never yield.
...
i see you for what you are.
my words, flaming arrows,
aimed for your heart of molten hatred.
a bully.
that is my name for you.
no. powerless is your label.
strike hard, little rats.
i fear nothing.
i hate everything.
not even you can stop me.
because i am your worst
most feared predator
one apex
aligned with gods and goddesses among my own feline friends.
cross the line
I dare you.
And i've already gone first,
as is my custom of destroying inconveniences.
no sympathy served here!
forevermore i will not be beaten, tackled or shackled
i will only attack.
and yes, those snarls and snaps and scratches.
and all of those punches,
along with the endless list of tiny itty bitty grudges
are personal.
🙂.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Excellent poetry! Visceral imagery!
Very powerful poem! I freaking loved it!
nice