She shed her scales by each drop of rain
her eyes; poison in blood
the desert her veins
as she travels across silk concrete
towards the edge of her mind
the bloom of yesterday billowing its monster
side glances perceive venom

Israel is tangled in her hair
she is drowning in harlots blood
frozen against an eclipse
continuing her journey curled up in chaos
each trail a fragment of forgotten memories

Delusions are alive in her

A perfect flaw of raven fields
razed with withered crops

The dream is curved around her tail
liquid and edged with bone roses

She peels from herself

Iridescent
Venomous
Bleeding

Watercolors evaporating from forked tongue
Canvassed

Painted to slither off the cliff
landing beside her arrow fangs
her brand new scales
melting

Like sugar inside my peppermint tea
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