A sickness inside the planet
hiding in the core
as the plates shift
fragments slip out
reaching for victims
hoping to burn
and smolder
the hate within the air.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.
A sickness inside the planet.
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 