A Serpent Ate My Guilt
By Ophelia Clairy
The boa wraps tightly around my throat
And I gasp dryly for air
As it strangles me with actions I regret
Panic sets in as it slides
Up my neck
And forces it’s way through my tight lips
It’s girth too wide for my mouth
My mandible gives a sickening crack
Unhinging my jaw
Slithering slowly through my air ways
And I gag on the ghosts of relationships past
Tears pour down my pale cheeks
Now drained
As It makes it ways to my lungs
Its icy body suffocating them with words I wish I
never said
Its scales scrape against my heart
Bursting all four chambers
And filling them with angry moments
That changed everything I had
Till it drops to the pit of my stomach
It’s body heavy and cold
Like these burdens I carry
I fall to my knees and try to scream
But I can’t,
Because the snake, still lodged in my throat,
Has damaged everything
leaving me isolated and shivering
With my guilty blood on my hands
Pooling all over the white tile
For someone else to clean
and I don’t think there will ever be enough sorries
To get rid of this wretched serpent
and finally
Finally
Relieve me