Spikes

Nature of an untouchable

By Zander Janzen van Rensburg on Unsplash

Water can be vanquished by fire,
The sun will blot in the dark
But to love one with self-hatred
Is to hand one’s arm to a shark.

It’s not a curse to not have confidence
Or to hide your true self in the dark
But to love one with self-hatred
Is to hand one’s arm to a shark.

For what creature can house ten rows of teeth
And not tire of biting their tongue
No love can stop such ravenous hatred
So those rows onto you will be done.

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