Venom
he’s a snake these days
slithering around
an anaconda
he suffocates me
I wish you were here
you’d stop him
you’d be stronger than me
at least, i’d pray you were
better than her anyway
who told him that suffocation was fine
and then left
before she could see the fruits of her labor
She is a cobra these days
striking then retreating
into her vast carelessness
she cut her ties
she lives down south
please help
her venom
his suffocation
it consumes me
This poem is about:
Me
My family