She was a poison oak
Growing in my side
Twisting out from my spine and nearly toppling my balance
Her roots taking nutrients from organs
Making sustenance from draining me
After years of clawing at her trunk so close to me with ****** fingernails
My hands are the axes that I have so desperately needed
And with one swift chop she is released from me
And that is it
With years of build up to this point all it took was a single axe to break the bond
And it is broken
But her roots lay deep within my spine
Aching
Gnawing
Pushing
And I must recognize that it will take time before the she is completely out of my system
Before all of the splinters that she has left behind are pushed through my skin and into daylight