Shedding Limbs

People can be so hateful and odd, sticking their heads into your life as they prey a target appears on their head. I refuse to take aim. They'll see you in an open grave and be all too willing to dig it deeper with a smile.

These people do not deserve friendship or even enemies. What they do need is the feeling of a complete void. You know, the same thing they're opening up within you. Maybe it will come. Maybe not. Christ it hurts. Friendship burned and then pissed on.

Cut them away like gangrenous limbs.

Friendship

I peeled the tumor
growing on my left atrium
and tossed it away
with the needles
and stolen change
left in
your wake
Old friend
you're not worth
the rusted scalpel I use
to extract
your every
trace
from existence
and it's not worth
waving goodbye
when all my strength
is being used
to process
my newfound
animosity
to the air
that surrounds you
but it will push me
when I wear the cement shoes
of what used to be