Yellow-Belly Kingdom

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

That awkward moment when you wake up to your so called "friend" wishing death on you from the top of her lungs at 1:46 am.

I can't
sleep alone.

I'm dying in a
home.

In a world that's not my
own.

My
friends
want me dead.

They kill me with a
smile.

An energy so
vile.

While they spit in my meals
deep in the night.
These terrors are choking me in
my slumber.

I only get hope from seeing
numbers.

Within your eyes
a reflection so blurred.
A rotten soul up on
display.

Instead of confrontation
you play these games.
Only a true dastard
gossips to heal their pain.

About everyone and everything?
You roam with incubus
throwing shade.

That's why there's
darkness in your day.
You pray to lies and
help with hate.