Monday, February 20, 2012


there's a snake thrashing inside her,
its body thick and sinewy,
a rope full of energy;
she thinks it's a brown python.

it's fed on thoughts inside her head,
sights through those eyes that have no gates;
taking up residence like they own this space,
they stir rage from beneath that pretty face.

stares stroll past with gravel steps,
her eyes dart with insecurity;
the clambering sentences pick up speed,
she runs in and collapse.

breathe. breathe. breathe.
hard and strong. furious.
pent up; letting it out.
she listens to those unnatural gushes.

she looks into the mirror and the perfect face stares back.

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