Snake Cessation


I reach with numb white fingers,
towards cold white snakes coiled,
flashing images of child’s pain and sorrow,
regrets for loss of bloods paths,
through future races,
rage boiling beneath glass walls,
stained with dirt and sludge of,
insanities mindless toys.
Senseless noise screaming dreams,
of phallic gods and bodies needs.
I touch with ecstasy loves death,
calling endlessly for milky flesh.
Reaching deeply through darkened pools,
your fingertips filled with bloody runes,
cursing silently what the fates withheld,
begging for mercy in a silver-lined shroud.
Our fingertips touched,
the darkened pools turned golden,
my lips sang praises of mercy withheld.
You reached with strength-bound hands,
cutting snakes coiled death,
limp unto my fists.



Bec