The Snake Poem by Iselin Steinsto

The Snake



You are to me
a sweet poison
making your way through
my veins like a snake to be

Your sweet poison
delusions me
softens me
and that's no illusion

The snake will never set me free
and I don't know if I want to be
your face haunts me in my dreams
to escape is not as easy as it seems.

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