If you let it drop

Suddenly all the hate all the pain you have stored in tight cracking cells is released. You drop it all. You don't hate your boss for hanging up on you. You don't hate the air conditioner repairman for fondling you as a child. You feel the weight of the world cascade away. But the bad news is that there is nothing beneath that hatred. Your flesh oozes off your bile stained yellow bones.

The End