Erin's Irises

Genetically engineered and ugly,
the sturdy iris defies weaker denizens.
It takes strength from my anger.
Old blood colors its blossoms.

I have an instinctive distaste
for this repugnant flower.
My mind and behavior,
predictably unpredictable,
react to my beautiful garden
smeared in its murderous rage.

It drains my emotions,
sparks an ember deep within
that threatens to ignite
without notice and torch
the monstrosity.