#polopoetry

[connventen]

i have nothing to say

[poloniumt]

Freestyle in response to Joe’s poetry prompt.

Tones sharp, cursing my hearing and ears. Harsh and painful. They screech and moan, hatred filling up the syllables used to vocalize to us. I watch as friends new and old grow numb at the sound of them, the sound of loud hatred.

I beg of them, please tone the words softer. We hear better when not screamed at. We hear better without hatred, without vicious attacks and scorn. We are human like you.

They ignore the pleas and attack in fiercer waves, unrelenting and barren of love or empathy. They call us the problem, but are we, really?

All for naught, I regress into my own thoughts , and tone myself down. I wait as the hatred claims more. I wait for sunlight to disinfect is all.

[connventen]

i propose that Tick’s second ship name is PoloPoetry

(guys trust i spent a hour replaying the scenes where tom reunites with nick for this to appear in my head)