Johnny Sumler Poet Free verse

In Us Hate

How he trembles
  frowned when tickled
     Memories melted from mischief
      Mischief, malice, dark deception
flowing through our veins connected
                                                      ...now he listens
dark and silent
  in our whispers weaving his wrath of 
drama through his taunting tactics
                     ...more to have our karma wretched
              Fiery torch and velvet venom
How he trembles
  frowned when tickled
In Us Hate

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