The serpent wraps itself
tightly around my neck
yearning for the flesh
it hasn’t tasted
for a long time ago.
And as its fangs sink
deeper into my skin,
the pain fades away
and I would feel
nothing
but the venom
rushing through my veins
searching for the reason
why I am in distress –
or is it me who is looking for it?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
The serpent wraps itself
tightly around my neck
yearning for the flesh
it hasn’t tasted
for a long time ago.
And as its fangs sink
deeper into my skin,
the pain fades away
and I would feel
nothing
but the venom
rushing through my veins
searching for the reason
why I am in distress –
or is it me who is looking for it?
You are my morphine.
