the most ubiquitous sort of bracken

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filth falls slowly
from your mouth
taking days
years
to reach the ground
triumphant with
a well kept smirk
hiding quietly
we recoil
not just from words
but the death you quickly grant
to the
low

hanging



fruit

already heavy with juice
from the dark
saccharine nutrients
your soil so readily provides
venomous tendrils firmly planted
curled closely, protecting
suffocating
your malicious
saplings