#ecocriticism
How are you privileged to drink tea
while they're huffing and puffing.
Should you gulp it down
while it's boiling hot,
gushing down your throat.
Let a chug of it burn your desire,
left blisters on your scorched tongue,
like your mouth caught on foul-fire.
That's how I should have it,
if I were you.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
Tragedy ruins
Barricades
And dams
within
Minds,
Releasing
Memories
-Thoughts-
Thought to be
Confined
And restrained
Beneath
Clean beds,
Behind
Closed doors,
Far from
The confines
Of comfort
Tragedy is
Reminiscent
Of people
Places
Or things
That never
Change,
Never could
Tragedy is
Perpetual,
Steeping in
Contentment,
Releasing
Notes of
Burning oak
Gasoline
And oxides
Into
the lungs
Of innocents
And
The uneducated,
Never to
Understand
That both
Beauty
And privilege
Are nurtured by
The arms
Of tragedy
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC