I'm hungry

I take a
Touch
And feel the scent
Of you
Wash over me
Sublimated
Discontent wafts
On the breeze of
Distilled intolerance

I tolerate it

Disproportionately few
Of the people i care
About have the heart
To feel alive
They simper
Their sadness simmering
I'm a raging boil
From the heat
of your flame
Distorted imaginings
Of a populace's
Fear
Pretend it doesn't bother
You
I believe it does