I am trapped;
Shut in a dark room where I have forgotten the brightness of light.
I live in this darkness in eternal fear.
I am afraid of predation; a fat snake coils around me.
It stiffens my body, and I can barely breath in comfort.

As its leathery skin chills my bare back,
The snake whispers in my ear
Its serpentine truths with forked tongues and forked beliefs.
The snake whispers to me my inevitable demise.
The snake nibbles at my ear, drawing blood and injecting venom.

In the darkness,
Where two's a crowd, and yet I'm alone,
I question my own existence.
Why was I born to see
The black of this rustic veil.
The snake tells me the fictitious truth
Of the sinful anomaly of my existence.

I cry,
But tear up only the toxicity
Of this serpentine society.
I smile,
And I promise that this smile is true
For just the image of freedom
Is a euphoric drug to fix the pain.

But today is a momentous day.
A door has opened in the shapeless darkness
That reared me into my beautiful self.
The blind snake cringes aback,
Dragging me further from the bright shine.
But its reach isn't far enough to shut that door.

I may die of asphyxia,
But I won't die blind.
I may die in the darkness,
But I won't die alone.
For the door let in not only light,
But a ray of dazzling hope.

The snake may **** me,
Heck, it can eat me up.
Because I have seen light and I have seen fire.
This bird has tasted freedom,
And I'll burst into flames.

I am a phoenix of seven colours.

I curse under my breath, swatting at
The blood-******* pest that silently sat
Within the wilderness on my leg.
I **** another, buzzing at my neck.
With blood-stained hands I gaze
At the blood-stained sky, and I face
The reality. As the crickets sing
A summer harmony, I sit missing
Every part of you.

With the ancient lights that slowly
Twinkle into a stellar sea,
I am moved to the times
I remember only in rhymes
I wrote to you at midnight.
Blinded in the dark with the light
Of my phone, I waited for your reply.
A heart, a blush, a smile; you made my
Day with just emojis. The hormones that
Rushed in my blood were packed
With love and lust for you.

The raging testosterone has abated
With puberty, but I had still waited
Because the love and lust has not.
I sit, in love with you, on a hot
Summer night, but you fail
To reciprocate. I sit, pale,
For no longer can I blame
You for not feeling the same.
You're dead now.

I live a life of hypocrisy;
Contradicting words with acts.
There is no guilt, though.
I assure you of that.
Because I deny words already
Rejected by reality.

I utter lies that I myself partly distrust.
My speech, a suicidal prophecy,
A contradiction of self-harm.
I talk of talking, yet never really talk at all.

I do not lie as a cold shelter,
For I truly believe what I say,
Even if my belief wavers.
I lie to render it true.
It is mere coincidence that my honest
Lies blanket me with ice.
It is cold yet warm; an uncomfortable contradiction
Reflective of my perpetual discomfort
Because difference disturbs,
And discomfort is being.

I stay silent in pain
From harm which is ideological.
My body does not react
To the turmoil of the mind
Until it does,
And it acts.
It acts as it can't, but can.
It defies rules before they can be realised.

And so I talk about how I cannot,
And while I lament my inability,
I talk.