boa constrictors for veins

tightening in my chest

eyes widening with fear

of my life slipping away

consciousness fading

as slowly as a snake

moving from side to side

cold scales against cold fears

loosing my breath

under the pressure



writing is the expression of words already molded on my heart

melted wax poured into the winding twists and turns of terms

falling free, dripping, overflowing from my mind

onto the paper, sealed with my hand.