Serpents Silhouettes

How they dance along
The bone of my wrist.
Twinkling with blood red eyes
Made of fire.
The sting within her kiss
Still burns in the back of my throat.

I’d like to let them go
But they have made my bulging
Vein a cliff dive and
When the edge becomes too magnetic
I cannot stop the pull.
I cannot stop myself from falling.
Twice i contemplated beneath my windows
Whether to die alone
Or live without her

And twice i could not find
The reason to die alone.

-A
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