My lying serpent,
you insist upon the way you glare,
the sickle of your teeth sinking into my skin,
veins protruding from my wrists.
You’re sliding up behind me,
draping over my shoulder.
You, Atopos shearing threads of my hair
pressing your tongue to the back of my neck,
watching with naked eyes.
You, breathing hot breath, searing my nape,
eroding my body at every expire.