etched on my wrist
warm
in red ink
staving the blood
like a gauze
against my circulation,
I smile simply.
This tragic fantasy I have,
poisoned through my
eyes & ears,
is retold by you;
water vipers
lay in the inner waves
and aren't so easily caught
by simpletons.
But I shalln't worry
and continue looking for
things to disprove,
so I let go before
I thrash and
strike her accidentally;
anyway,
despite my intentions,
it's far in the past.
