There are these snakes that keep me up at night.
They brush and slither up against my skin until all the goosbumps on my body feel like they are going to explode.
They have heads of every human I have met, kissed, touched, betrayed and forgiven.
There are these snakes that keep me up at night.
And not only are they in my bed but they have become the mattress.
They smell of my favorite cigarettes, reak of my favorite wine and stink of her most expensive perfume.
There are these snakes that keep me up at night.
And the only way I can deal with them is too put them down on paper.
Because these snakes are invisible. Not real.
And just how can you fight or pull away from something that you cannot see.
