hate-filled eyes

the feelings were
the dark blue
of the night
and black like blood
from a gaping
wound, horror
spilled like a
waterfall onto
faces below,
expecting peace
and getting so
much less

hate-filled eyes
level a stare
on your heart,
aiming to tear
it from your
chest if you so
much as talk
about what happens
in there, where
matters stay
and get carried
around for life

–GB

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