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Sahara

Sahara   Slimy, Slippery Slender fingers Slide from my inner thigh Up across my stomach in disguise Making S...

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Sahara

 

Slimy, Slippery Slender fingers

Slide from my inner thigh

Up across my stomach in disguise

Making S waves

Diagonal on my side like sand dunes

A monsoon of dust arrives

Carving knots in the pit of my core

And ripping butterfly’s wings for fun.

I could see a serpent’s shadow dancing along the wall,

And the silhouette of hills, become a mirage. 

 

Goosebumps run up and down,

Chasing each other like we did when we were kids.

I thought he was my friend.

 

This person that I have known

For half of my life use to tie friendship knots

And was now weaving nooses.

 

Scaly limbs slither between my breasts

They wrap a noose around my neck

And I can’t …breathe.

I … I can’t speak.

I am defeated in the heat

of this desert he had made of me.

 

 

Pull down on the handle of my trachea

Like an escape from quicksand. PULL DOWN.

Make a cork of my esophagus.  

 

His forked tongue shoves down my throat

Grasping my voice, I am choking on stage in front of an audience

Of one. Alone with him between sheets

I want to run away.

I want to wake up from this nightmare.   

 

I …I want… I want to… I want to feel.

I want to feel…something… other than him…

 

But, these desert waves of nausea knock me down,

I am drowning in a riptide of a current of control.

Mine was left between the ice cubes of my empty glass

On the countertop of his kitchen.

 

I am dehydrated, exhausted and weak.

My eyes dilate

as wide as the black hole he created for me.

Intoxicated and hypnotized by the hollow eyes of a black snake…

I am tangled in his dance, spun dizzy by his drink,

Left alone in the desert sun.

I thought he was my friend.

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