Do Not Make Me Bitter. Poem by Medusa Waves

Do not make Me bitter-
or I may go Straight.
Straight into the arms of a man who I may use...
and abuse/ for my Own selfish aches.
Shove your identity into the gnawing cave, where all who enter-
Die.
Your fertilizer can not grow any trees inside, can not grow any roses
or much less weeds.
It is barren, like a dessert-and you've been sucked dry from your own Body.
You're left vacant-no longer the being you use to human.
You're useless.
And once again I lay alone,
No one loves a hollow
Woman.