You changed your name
I lost you that day
I turned to tell you something

But you had already left
And I stood
Surrounded on six sides
By the sick, sloppy snakes
No knife in-hand
No skin on my bones.

Bared, ready
to be received, held
a blanket of frost
a spike in my tongue
My eyes overflowed

Spilling a sulfur
Ensnaring the snakes
Circling their fangs
Collecting their cacophony.

Till life ekes out.
Dissipating like screams
Into a full ***** bathtub
and the soul escapes.