Shotsie

Long flaxen hair
lifted from the boxes of christmas
past, each bundle put on the tree
the golden strands connecting
me to my past self,
like those telephones of cups
and string, practicing telepathy.

And I found out something of great
importance from my snot-nosed self:
you see Nana had a cyclops dog
with one creepy eye that would stare at you
like one of the fates,
gasping and growling with prescience
and asthma, and I was terrified
of this omen-bringer.

but one day I put my ear close to hear
what the ancient oracle had to say,
she whispered to me in rough iron words:
"Speckled adder and ebony crow
you will walk a path where none else go,
through skeletons wet with mourning dew,
you will become what you never wanted to."

The Viper

A double barreled snake,

intoxicating, wanton, and sleek.

Hanging over the mantel,

it's silver scales quietly imitate the room,

they skew life, tint it with power;

an enchanting reflection.

He took it out of the cage,

to feed.

and it did,

with its fangs and venom and speed.

a fatal strike,

the final view.

And as I watch my heart turns to ash.

I fall apart.

Unforgettable,

its ebony eyes,

they relentlessly stared at me,

and I ran, to escape their gaze,

to escape the vipers lust and the tool:

the heart,

it had ensnared with it's deadly quicksilver skin,

And its fuming, burning black eyes,

that pierce me to my very soul.