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.

Poetry.net

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