I really shouldn't trust snakes.
But they wrap around my arms and body
and I am hypnotized by their colours
My ribs are cracking, I can no longer breathe
but I don't notice.
They puncture my skin and I get high off their venom;
it's sugary sweet.
The infuriating part— I never really notice how much it hurts until it lets me go and I start to bleed
(but sometimes I still want more)
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Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
