1 March 2014



When did we learn how to hate?

Was it incremental

Like the constant drip, drip, drip

Of a leaking faucet

Delivering the droplets of hurt and humiliation

That gradually painted our hearts black?

Was it as sudden as the illumination of betrayal

The spike of ice cold acid in the veins

The shock of the inevitable,

The realisation of all our fears?

Or was it always there

Carried within

Before it ever had a name?


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