Teardrops

Anger, a poisonous snake, a slithering black belly through her veins

Revealing your neon green slits of eyes for which you’re famed

Sliding, Siberian self, slyly 

Shimmering in your slivering, silvery scaly projection wryly

Shoving through fallen cracking leaves drying

 

Screams of terror ring emphatically in her head

Gut wrenching, heart pounding, fear and dread

Running over a tiny path in a deep dark space

Her long whipping hair sticking to her feverish face

Her sweat beading, her soul bleeding

Cracked by the wild wind, down trodden and chagrined

 

Feet pounding the ground.

Close to silence, the only lonely sound

Thud, Thud, smacking of the soles on the frozen dirt

Her breathing perceptible beneath her thin shirt

Heartbeats pounding matching the thud

Slipping on the spring mud

Falling, freely to the ground

Accepting defeat, no one else around

She wipes the tears streaming down her dirty face

Her feelings are heated and out of place

 

The snake returns and smiles blindly

She returns the sentiment all too kindly

He hisses and turns and goes on his way

She breathes relief and starts to unfray

Lying down on scratchy leaves

Giving in to what she truly believes

Sobbing gently turning to her side

The past notions subside

Tear slips down

Hits the ground

Beads into a mystical sphere

Beauty erases fear