Scales to Skin

There are snakes somewhere behind my ribs.

Hidden, as black as my blood, they slither through my veins

and beckon my fingers to move to their will.

At this point there is not much to do.

Try to be good,

try to call to a heart that’s not beating.

But there it is.

Those damn snakes, pulling me apart.

Curling around my bones until they snap.

Then the backbone is gone,

in its place is the writhing creature

and my name is lost within its hiss.

I did try to fight them,

but I am just one girl and they are a body full of monsters.

Their resolve was stronger than mine.


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