Jul 28, 2024
scorched earth
I feel angry all the time
It pounds in my veins, my pulse rapid
It courses through every inch of my body, burning me alive from the inside out
With nowhere to go, it slips off my tongue like cheap bourbon
Setting ablaze those in my wake
Wouldn't you be angry too?
If you had this parasite in you, growing over generations, implanted before you could take your first breath?
The only thing I'll ever inherit is sowed deep into this worthless soil,
It becomes too large to shove inside my withering body,
Singeing every fiber of my being
100 years from now, when nothing is left of me but the scorched earth,
Perhaps my daughter's daughter will stand on this very plot of land
And she too,
Will feel my anger.
