cant hold on to a grudge
there is nothing tangible
it’s a matterless substance
the air that clings to the holder
smells of sick and bile
because the will is ill
whether it be from insult or injury
a real wrong or fanciful imaginings
the harm is an internal animosity
or an external antagonism
how dare you try to trap me
in your bitter resentment
simply because I have achieved
something you won’t let yourself know
sympathy and friendly goodwill makes
the air around me smells faintly of cake.
Grudge
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