Dismemberment

Each memory forms a wrinkle
a crease we can't unfold
Etched in like an inscription
the truth can't be untold

I hate your poignant memory
fuming stenches from the pungent past
I hate my transient memory
But even more, that yours lasts

Why keep the creepy feelings,
the bitter leach that seeps in deep
Why suck on the sour memories
and leave the good ones left to bleed?

Let’s pretend our brains’ are hydra
and chop off the poisoned limbs