Dust Angels

6.

I am the Medusa, a serpentine temptress. My emotions are sinister, weaving around my frail body. Their hisses are whispered into my ear disguised as melodic truths. I have been poisoned by sadness, my heart slows as suicide flows through my bloodstream.

My kisses are venomous, poisoning everything that I cherish. I have been charmed by the likes of the angels, a facade of a muse. The only inspiration they bring are more reasons to dread living. My thoughts seem to sprout from my head like my serpentine shackles, they are beautiful yet deadly.

The plague of my sadness was caused by being too happy. The angels constricted my hopes and crushed them along with my dreams. My heart may be broken but I am a kaleidoscope.

The serpents coil around my throat and begin to constrict the life from my body. Eyes roll back and senses fail, I am oblivious to the catastrophe of my situation. I let the reptiles sink their cold-blooded fangs into my body. The only embrace I feel is toxic, murder from the inside out.