Betazoid by Kristin Garth

​Betazoid

The aftermath is bubble bath.  You’re half
the problem, easy math.  Semi self-directed  
rose water wrath, one more jaunt, a primrose path.
Empathic on their behalf, rejected,
sobbing for another sociopath.  
“You know you are from Betazed.”   Some Star
Trek jargon, high school boyfriend said.  “Empath
who feels it twice as much.”  You wear the scars
of all you touch.  The heartless want you; feed 
on pain — you’re double dividend, same cut 
of fang.  Expound their emptiness as need. 
Always open to whom you should stay shut.
What cannot feel wants to be felt, vain void;
sociopaths consume a betazoid.

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Bio: Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker.  In addition to Anti-Heroin Chic, her sonnets have stalked the pages of Occulum, Faded Out, Drunk Monkeys, Midnight Lane Boutique, Ghost City Review, Neologism Poetry Journal and many other publications.  Her poetry dollhouse chapbook Pink Plastic House is available from Maverick Duck Press (maverickduckpress.com).  Follow her on Twitter: @lolaandjolie.  

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