#SoulBitsOnFire, Poetry

Day Four: Slither

Bite me

Sink your fangs into my flesh

Perversion in your snake like slither

Weaving in and out of your indecent desires

What’s done in the dark at midnight hours can only be remembered

Your tongue flicks it’s lies to cover up the parts of you that you’ve chose to dismember

Grieving tears lay next to you at night finding a home in your pillow

Slithering like a snake committing acts of violence against you

You are the assailant of your own crimes

But don’t mind me

I am just the scarlet you choose to poison when misery is in need of company


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