Rancorous

Serpent rampant 

Endearing 

My strangulation

Cunning

Astute

Amulet hanging

In distinction 

To bodies

Entombed 

Demoralized

Nephilim wandering

Cold extractions

From spinning 

Indecency

Mocking

My womb grieves

Motives effected

Truth eluded

Red hues

And they hover 

In distaste 

I reached out for salvation

And instead grabbed onto the reality

That asking you for help had been my downfall.

And as I fell down

Over and over,

I tumbled over the word: Enough.

It was written on the stairs,

Perhaps by a friend.

I know how to read.

I should have stopped.

But again, I reached for your hands

Warm, steady hands

That reveled in shoving me down these steps.

Perhaps I’m addicted to the word: Survivor.

Should you find yourself smitten

In this new day of creating the ultimate instant pen-pal

Just add wifi

Intimacy appears instant

A million miles away

Easier to be truthful without the repercussion of relationships based on history & sense of obligation

A sense of conditional dependent love. A social need.

Yet far away it's almost imaginary

Although the want is real

Smitten is an escape

An excuse to learn

To giggle

To love

For the sake of sanity

A reminder of the pure basics

A simplicity for survival