Asp
If the asp
had set its fangs
into your flesh
I would set my lips
to the wound
to draw out the poison
I’m better at being
a warrior than a healer
but this is the kind
of field medicine
that I can set into motion
in the moments of strife
or desperation
I move quickly
I can see where
the poison is winding
its way through your veins
driven by the action
of your heart
but what I don’t understand
is why you thrust your hands
into the barrel of snakes
why do you want the bite
to surge into you
with its murderous kiss?
unless it is some kind
of self-hatred
I do not deserve
the sweetness of the day
I deserve to live
among broken things.
