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Five weeks ago
you planted weeds
inside of me

Four weeks ago
i tried to coax the weeds to
transplant out of the my mind
my body
my garden with soothing
beautiful words
with hot anger designed
to burn them away
they remained

Three weeks ago
i tried with hands
you buried
to pull out this weed
and that weed
this shame
this guilt
this blame
tried to hurl them
back over fences
they grew under and over

i forgot about the family tree
sucking up all the light
my flowers need
family tree with roots growing from
my head through the lava core of me that
seems to nourish them instead of drown them

this weed
and that one
this shame
this guilt
this blame
re-grows
re-sprouts
re-infests