Sponge

[erodite]

I absorb you anger
like a sponge,
not because I
am new, but rather,
I am old, moldy,
contagious, unruly,
wily, uncontrollably
dirty, ready to grow
into a witch, with
a crack that can
be mistaken to be
my smile, and
let it be, while I
absorb half-heartedly,
ineptly, failingly,
your emotion, which
is as fatal as cyanide,
slow poisoning my
lung, until I grasp
the air like a pneumonic
patient who finds a
tumor growing in two
leaves that I would rather
leave in alone.