CATHARSIS. • a poem collection.

.18

you are a weed now
growing in my own garden of eden
you spread like a disease
and kill my lovelies
one by one
overpowering them as easily as
you overpowered me
you do this, you weed of a human being
without much thought.
are you so
familiar with the intricacies
of the hearts of women
that such destruction is second
nature to you?
it seems so.