no anti venom necessary
this snake is biting me.
my blood is dripping on the carpet
and I find myself wondering,
does every apple taste so sweet
or is it because this one is tainted
with shame and filled with longing?
this snake is twining
around my ankles, weaving
through my knees and up my legs
holding me in place.
(I will have to leave)
this snake is living
on the blood of women
suckling their essence
only to leave them frigid and dry
but singling me out
this snake is delivering me to disgrace.
it is blossoming from my bare breasts as
I am arching into his slither
cool scales bringing the relief
of knowledge, hope
something, something more.
the snake is in my blood
his words springing from my lips
(these words are my own)
“try the apple
it is divine”
that's bad ass.
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