Ill Will
A Poem
Ill will is about to spill out of me and create toxic puddles on the floor because you squeezed those parts of me that should not be touched by evil hands
Ill will is about to spill a composed, but responsive reaction to all the things you have done to create this pressure inside of me
Ill will is about to spill because this barrel of emotions is too full and it’s about to runneth over and create hazardous waste
Ill will is about to spill out of me and seep into the ground requiring environmental testing before this can be home again
Ill will is about to spill and even though you will act so shocked we both know that you pressed this button on purpose and now you will have to deal with it, the ill will about to spill because of the decisions that you made
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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