Love & Hate
Love is a warm liquor, fluid and flowing, not to be tamed or confined. Poured into a broken heart, it weeps to the ground and is displaced drop by little drop on the soles of the feet of others – carried off, mixed with dirt, left to dry on the exhale of a spring day’s breeze.
Hate is a cancer, a solid mass caught behind the ribs choking the soul desperate to heal. Without holding on or being held, it rattles and grinds the ribcage – it can never leave the way love flows through a broken heart. Piece by piece it needs to be fragmented before it can cripple the body from within – broken bones, broken bodies, broken human beings.
