Snake

Snake

A Poem by scarlynn

Grecian goddess 
unprepared photograph,
she tilts her head to the left 
and the sun shines the way we want it to.
I was Effy Stonem first.
I was born broken, 
my father must have dropped me.
No one ever held me right,
especially not when I was fourteen.
I never see with my eyes.
I think I must have a heart for eyes,
and no heart where 
my heart should be.
Collarbones cradling nickles,
she is stronger than any man
by the daggers of her irises - 
she swallows you immediately, that medusa.

© 2015 scarlynn


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Added on September 19, 2015
Last Updated on September 19, 2015
Tags: love, life, death, dying, suicide, sad, depression, anxiety, PTSD, positivity, aging, truth, lies, therapy, medication

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scarlynn
scarlynn

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