Des Killian
Mandibles yawning wide
she speaks with a dual tongue
a voice never clearer
than when laced with vitriol
attempts acidic sweetness
A little sugar to douse
the dripping sour
venom hiding behind
her volatile smile
Should a snake be made
to sheath her fangs
to curl in on herself
muscles straining against
the will to unwind and
lash out at a world so harsh
Held back only by the desire
to be softer
She will never be warm blooded
yet she longs to wrap
her adoring body around
another
Not in death’s final grip
no, she craves Ouroboros
a ferocious love that feasts on
itself unending