If this were a poem I’d use flowery language
and allusions and symbolism
and rhythms and rhyme
and alliteration
to convey how much I hate you—
but this is not a poem.
So when I say I hate you, it is not metaphor
for my inner demons;
There is no simile, no metonymy,
no post-modern code to decode.
There is just hatred.
Enjoy!
Many Worlds Theory 