from the doodle pad: ode

you are rooted deep
and your presence is disturbing
on best times, you're nothing
but that numb spot or slight throbbing
on worst days, you're an agony...
painful, gnawing and piercing.
i've pretended much too long
a hole that's not empty
a presence in absence.
my forced indifference made you seemingly non-existent
but in truth, you're making me rot
and the necrotized flesh stinks of you...
undeniably... unbearably.


now, it's out of my mouth.
you're out of me.
what a relief.


05.21.2010