viper

viper

the remembrance

of your poison,

still angers my blood.

what you think you can excuse,

with a smile, and a hug,

makes me want to vomit

my lungs into an 8am drain.

you coiled, and

encircled me, fangs

hidden, behind future plans,

all buttercup children

and wedding bells.

but fangs, are fangs,

and you never had them hid,

quite as well,

as you imagined

you did.

i am prey, no more,

fleeing, with ruined blood,

i cower, in self-made shade,

as you stew

your venom,

for another.