Like a cancerous tumor,
I can excise you from life.
I can take the remnants of the pustule tumor
And throw it under the microscope
So I can examine the very molecular structure of your brokenness.
I could study every atomic particle,
What your traumas informed you
Into formulating this visage you created,
How the vile black sludge of your soul -
Is nothing more than gangrene gone spoiled.
Your ineptitude of self-reflection
Blocked by the cataracts of your vision
As you placate to your strengths that play out like a weakness,
No, you were born this way, malignant and malformed
A malcontent of circumstance of poor decision making,
Raised in ways that raze the page of parenthood,
Always a burden, never a gift.
See it's in the nucleus of the cells
That deforms cognition in your riddled mind
As the wine collects and clots like blood vessels
Creating a perpetual loop of your self-destructive patterns
You are auto-immune, eating yourself alive
And yet growing in your toxicity, even now
Cut and dissected, your roots reach out like needy hands.
But I am rid of you, and we are free
No matter the pageantry, or remerging bumps -
I am cured of you, forever rid of the stench
As you flail upon the slide, hoping a humble host will accept,
But like all things discarded, you will find the landfill to be a home.
