Under My Sofa

Serpent

Sweet flesh surrounds the seedy cyanide stipulations that rot the core
Life dripping with cochineal red, blood and gore
Scented syrup so intoxicating it strips skin, plead for more
Teeth tease the epidermis, maggot-mangled like open sores

Nothing good will come of it
Nothing but sickness and a spindling syringe of one more soothing hit
Addiction, agony, adrenaline, apathetic shit
Fingers clawing clumsily for every last bit
Yes. Mumbling consent because in the moment we fit

The sharp tongue of the serpent flickers out and back in
Writhing bodies, lithe and thin
Nothing but honest lies and bare skin
Licking protests as they mingle, indistinguishable from sin
Pain wracking rising ribs and words written within
It's pleasure, conceived, breathed, believed, pianissimo din

One bite became a lusty craving of which praises were sung
Acid dripping onto the back of an eagerly awaiting tongue
Searing through to the conjoined lung
The pain passed off with protests of pleasurably stung
Before I knew my hands were on the ladder I'd descended each rung
Accountability offered as though I had surpassed being young

He slithered into my soul as stringy and sour as the 'soft and sweet' fruit he suggested
Hook, line and sinker, I bit and digested
Spend all my stores of energy then lay back sated and rested
Maggot-mauled mouth and throat, choice, not molested
Not realising that all along I was being tested
Thrown out of Eden. Youth, the lawyer protested
But I was already well and truly invested

One bite, spittle and spite, fell light, out of sight
My own admissions offered no respite
Everything will be alright
Childhood promises to a girl who believed but didn't fight
As a snake took a torch to time, simply watched it ignite
And waited as years burnt away, ashes in flight
Took fruit with my left hand and his jaw with my right
And indulged in both until the fall of the long night

They offered up ignorance as the sole defence
But the flesh of two evils nulled that pretence
I admit I did everything after knowing his intents
But is blame really theirs to dispense?

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Okay, like, the Bible honestly offers so much inspiration I can't even.

Should of tapped into this sooner.

I actually forgot about this today, but fortunately I had I moment of "Oh shit!" and I was pretty inspired so I wrote this.

Hope you enjoyed.

Alex xxx