The Snake With The Red Mouth (Ecdysis)

 A line A road A shadow and the clockwork reality chores
An echo in a hollow cacophony...Bustling street and a slithering silence
Your grin conveys that you have sensed my presence
Slumber, Cinder, Menace, Vicious, and a familiar alarming rattle sways
Cautious, Conscious, Protective...Yes my instincts warned and I disobeyed
Infatuated I'm in your love
My snake with the red mouth,,, Why so long did it take 
My snake with the red mouth...Myriad whispers and prayers I conveyed

Your agility, Your strength, Your grip, and the coldness in your glare
Old and weary won't you constrict my dear companion
I see a new wound blended with bitter and polite scratches
Age has made you senile
Exasperated in the perplexed dogma of an altered numbness
So proud I'm, You have shed my old scales
Shiny and vibrant the reflection of a glittering darkness
The snake with the red mouth... in this dire melancholic cheerfulness 
Indeed it's just us, you me, me you, you me, and me you

The snake with the red mouth...so sharply you hide and so precisely you seek
You calm aggression and the brisk nimble movements towards me
A sprint of dew vanishing in the middle of nowhere 
Rectilinear and devoid...don't forget to tighten your grip
I wonder how your tongue rattles and how you sniff that cowardness
I know dwelled in ecstasy you'll linger to bite and patiently I'll wait
Soon it'll pierce my skin...Injecting that venom of longingness 

Losing sentient I'll dive deep into the pool
Strolling the gardens in a mere transit of transaction
I'll sleep my eyes open and in my dreams, I'm wide awake
My memory battling...My vision fades...I'm sort of breath...A door ajar for existence
My nerves have succumbed and wrinkled
A wrinkle in time...woven with the neurotoxin you're yet to administer

The snake with the red mouth...you're not here anymore?

Your echo, your vibe, your aura, and your diminished shine
I see the world resumed in its pace
I smear greed...I feel anger and I sense betrayal again
Maladies Maladies Maladies and Maladies in this vile melody that you played

Indeed I'm bleeding and indeed I'm in pain
The snake with the red mouth...Indeed we both are cursed
Our survival is a truce of battling co-existence
I'm your prey and it's me your only friend

By- Kshitij Sinha
06/09/2020

 


 


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