The Serpent Returns

Once again
The Serpent strikes
Coiling around my body
Pressing, pushing, hurting me
I cannot breathe
With the Serpent here
There is no way
To escape it’s voice
Without becoming
A broken thing
And submitting to
The whispered commands
The Serpent speaks

Slowly I begin to obey
Resistance manifests in tremors
My fingers slip as I prepare
To break so perfectly
I sigh
The Serpent coils, creeps around
My pale scarred bare ankles
It makes headway, inching higher
Deep Blue scales
And onyx eyes
Counting tiny scars
On calves and knees
And higher still
Pale lines on thighs
Familiar to the Serpent
For it was there
Deceitful whispers
The Serpent’s head
Rests at my hip,
Forked tongue detects new texture
Almost healed, faded marks
From when and where
I can’t remember
Twisting, undulating
It goes on
Muscled body encircles my thigh
Its head creeps higher,
Seeking out
My newest, naked, bloody canvas

Sapphire body draped across
My quaking alabaster shoulders
Surrounding pale, scarred
And bony hips
There is no color
But burning Blue
Nothing exists
Outside of the Serpent

With every twist
My world dissolves
There is no air
No light
No sound
In panic I grope desperately
Recoiling as my bare skin brushes
The Serpent’s scales
Too rough and Blue
Finally I find support
Short and thin
And beautifully sharp

In excitement
The Serpent tightens
Its muscled hold
Across my bones
I float above
My spinning world
Finally I break myself
Breathless safety
I suddenly fall
Back to my world
My carpeted room
Where I like naked
On the floor
And breathe and spin
Shaking, eyes closed
I bleed gorgeously
Deep scarlet beads
That flow with grace
I cannot see the Serpent,
But my scars still scream
“It’s here!”