1
Googling "how to stop myself from hating someone I don't even know"
has become bedtime ritual.
I am trying to remove this demon.
2
I am not a body filled of turmoil
or oil spill.
The mornings I become ghastly,
I hold my breath.
Sometimes I try to stop my senses all at once.
I want to blossom
when I am stuck in my own filthy thoughts.
3
efflorescence
means to flower.
It is the state of blossoming.
Growing within yourself.
Branching out.
4 I need to grow larger than this hate.
The filth.
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