There is a snake.
Its many beautiful scales criss-cross over
my heart. I. I. I.
promised to never tell a soul
and hoped to die.
I'll be swallowed whole.
Boa-constricting inside my head
until the ink coloured poison drip drops till
i'm dead
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
