hannah hatfield


Untitled - Poem by hannah hatfield

Is that what you thought?
Were your words true?
Or was the slow slither of hatred
just easier to mouth
easier than the raw feeling of the truth.

I thank you really.
The poison slept in my veins
Maybe I should have given in
to the numbing feeling
and let myself drift off peacefully
like you did


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013


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