Ouroboros ~ Kayla Michelle Pisano

dashing betwixt 

rigid lines in the sand 

is there such a thing as 

a rational fear? 

clutching the cold bed 

damp with warm trepidation 

am i fated to be ceased 

by the agent of my existence? 

nine months are a death sentence 

a fated countdown 

god won’t share his power with me 

it was another trick 

never to reap what i have sown 

i ooze upstairs naked and alone