To Hate Oneself
Thrusted so unexpectedly into
this whirlwind of vehemence.
Insanely unhealthy,
the inclination - hesitation. They
cannot resist coinciding consumption.
A nervous admission to
an untterly untrained grade of ardor.
Soradic reaching and receding,
when nothing is static
save my constant fleeting feeling.
My bitterly antagonistic,
dramatic manner of dealing.
Copyright © Alexandria Doll | Year Posted 2008
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