her bittersweet sickness
curls in my chest

lingering.

she twists my mind
into a pile of inarticulate
gibberish.

i hate her.

her poison has no
physicality

it rests in fear
in dark places
my mind refuses to
linger.

i cannot rid myself of her

instead i bask in bitterness,
cling to sweetness
in fleeting spots of sunshine.