Divestiture

There are times
When you say the things that hurt
Sucking out the poison
Spitting it out
To hiss on cold ground
Instead of letting it seep osmotic
Into your bloodstream
Shut down your organs
Reduce you
To your organic compounds
Eliminating the essence
Of who you’ve come to be
And you watch it dissipate
Smokelike
Into the air
Like the ghost of who you were