The Serpent Man
His
toxic
scaled
lips
spat
out
acid
every time
he spoke,
it burned
my skin.
Toasted,
wrinkled,
discolored,
I tried to peel
off his residue,
the sting was
unbearable.
And what hurt
most were the
words that
swam within
the venom,
but not forever
implanted
into me.
I
now
seek
the
light.
This poem has been edited. Original poem is shaped as a snake, but for some odd reason, it won't show on blogspot. For original poem check out http://www.poetrycircle.com/index.php/topic,8429.msg42963.html#msg42963