Tongues

I see neon crosses behind your pupils,

Dilated, shining in evil spasms.

It’s brutal –

How you dig wounds in me, huge like chasms.

But I collapse only for a moment,

Waiting for a fair trial,

A rightful atonement

That takes away your bile,

Your bitter exile.

Sit with me under the oak tree just for a while.

And forget what I said when we broke into two –

That I always dream

About hunting you

Like an animal, like a losing slot machine…

Each time you get away

But you’ve never been the best of prey.

Your grace burns holes in my lungs

As you freeze me with a stare,

Electrocute me with your seven tongues.

Go ahead and fill me with the venom,

I’ll survive.

The night is still young.

-JW