it blooms and there's no telling where the roots are
leave no trace
hear the chest rise and fall
the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet
camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
but it’s faceless cruelty(chemical rioting)
gnawing the stomach for a home
permeating in pores
vertebrates with four chambers will point fingers
in all directions but
any effort to eradicate will prove futile
for it’s something more out of focus
it’s these violent waves of emotions
feral, fetal, and fatal
This poem is about:
Our world
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