Toxic People

Toxic people don’t know that they’re toxic. They swim in their ugliness that they mistake as pretty. It’s tragic, really. Their love is fear. Their compliments, complaints. They see the entire world through clouded eyes and hear through muddled ears. Toxic people walk the planet with all their years, dead weight around their ankles-wondering-screaming really-at the sky—-“why can’t I fly?” They sleep in invisible coffins. Eyes wide shut, so even in death, they won’t get got. Woundedness is their bouquet. the flowers they bring to their own funeral. Hatred, a mere badge, that acts like armor. They’ve got it all […]