Crossing

Crossing

 

 

 

sedentary snakes

lie still

with me

on a dark road

 

when I wake,

they will subliminally strike in sacrifice

or wrest away the poison

from my heart

 

dormant fangs demurely  

dig into the skin of my past

suck the love from deep within

my telltale heart, that won't stop beating

 

even after it is paralyzed 

with fear.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/21/2021

Reviews

[KeeD]

Seems like you can't live without a thick pair of boots anymore. The only antivenin being time. Great write J. This hits home for me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you got me, thank you for your understanding words, Kee.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

You had me reciting the Doors Riders on the storm - there’s a killer on the road! When you mentioned snakes which automatically give images of an arid climate but with love one could not go past Medusa’s snakes, and love used in an evil way. Yes this write had a Greek Mythology feel.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew....
j.

[🌹]

Yes! I know these snakes. Be it in the grass or lying sedentary on a road, they are always waiting to strike and poison our hearts and pump us full of venom. Yet still, our foolish heart will keep beating and taking the tips of those fangs. In many respects we are suckers for punishment! I'll share the anti-venom if I ever find it, Jacob. I enjoyed your metaphor here. 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your illumination of the metaphor...as always...
Yes, suckers for punishment...maybe because the punishment gives our pens food for thought....
thank you, Viktoria,
j.