If hate was a person

What would hate look like if he were a person?

His eyes were shrewd and icy,

as they stared at me 

He made me shiver, as though

he was freezing me

His chest was bare and cold

harder than a rock

He wore jagged jutting jeans

and not a single shoe

His hair was like crushed icicles 

in the way they stood

His nails were long and sharper

than the wicked ice 

His hands looked wet and rough

reaching from within

He is what we have learnt to fear

He is the creature within 

The End

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