Malice

 
A dark red fury courses thru her veins
As her fangs pierce the skin of my soul
Seeping their poisonous payload
Injury injecting, infecting
With malicious intent
Instant paralysis follows

Hard to swallow this bitter pill
Still…I…
Stoically reply
As if unchanged
This strange way of
Dealing with feelings works…sometimes.

But words spit from the cobra queen…sting
Like bullets…hot
Shot from cold guns
As the blood runs
From phantom holes
My soul
Dies a little
each time
We delve into this
Abysmal realm