scarlet trickles through ashen layers
paving a story through milky grooves
she smiles at the serpent coiled around her wrist
and whispers hymns to it lovingly
[ help me ]
fingers stain iced-glass
i scream her name but no reply
I watch the snake grow in size,
poison electric blue in her veins.
I want to reach and brush her face,
wipe her tears and call her name...
but i can only watch, i can only watch,
i can only cry.
(Yes X, this is for you)
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