A Serpents Kiss
Lonely,
I am fine,
quiet inside.
a war rages on the other side.
there are cracks in my armor,
No perfect men wear armor.
You,
My imperfection,
a variable I cannot account for.
Your slithering, salty, sinking words burrow into me
like a bullet lodged in a dead man’s chest.
A bullet cannot be pulled out without care
I keep it there.
Holding fast to what remains of you,
unaware of its effects.
I see you in places you did not exist,
a bad dream fades into reality.
As I lay on the bed,
there is nothing left to say.
I knew the risk and how it would end.
You watch over me, a serpent’s gaze.
Has the poison taken effect?
