They Chattered Hatred
They chattered hatred,
It wasn’t paranoia,
You could smell it in their hair,
Burnt toffee and smoke,
I stood on the periphery,
Another unexplored argument,
Awkward with shame
And dizzy with doubt,
I was one of them once.
They chattered hatred,
It wasn’t paranoia,
You could smell it in their hair,
Burnt toffee and smoke,
I stood on the periphery,
Another unexplored argument,
Awkward with shame
And dizzy with doubt,
I was one of them once.
