Snakes house my body,
That leave a tingling delight,
As they slither down my skin.
Their rattling is the lullaby,
That puts me to sleep,
At night-
I'm cold as a cadaver,
Insanely macabre.
The whistling air mocks,
My lonely,
Un-loved, un-loved.
But like the face of my Father,
The sun shines on me unfailingly.
Blizzard-
When I twirl my fingers in, Mischief.
And my palms hold these,
Stupid barbed things.
Humans, my nemesis.
Sand runs through their fingers,
Like water,
When they run their fingers,
Through my hair;
And when they kiss me,
Their mouths fill with sand-
They'll never know me.
But my throat is parched-
I cough sand,
Miles and miles of sand-
That engulfs me,
That makes me-
Deserted.
