Erupt.

Like the serrated edge
of razor-sharp regret,
you pulled my infertile soul
away with uninspired breath.

You emaciated me, daily
with your asthmatic invites;
an omen in bright lights,
as sterile as dustmites.

And since your stain stripped away
the stars from our strawberry sky—
I rip each stitch out from my skin,
then douse myself in kerosene.

As I eradicate all evidence of your
infected obsession, I explode.
Infinite in my eternity—
I am a universe of self-love.