i will never forgive you for what you did to me.
you blossomed weeds of anger and self-loathing inside of my lungs.
the flowers grew and grew until they infected my heart and my throat and my hands.
from this hatred, i have forged rivers and gorges into my legs.
forcing vomit in hopes that the memories would purge with the bile.
i shaved my head and cut my hair and sliced my soul into smaller pieces.
your hands linger and the scars still shine bright where you burned me.
i spent years trying to find a way to expel the vines slowly choking me,
poisoning myself and praying that it would be a sufficient weed killer.
it never was.