Serpent

Her forked tongue slithers from her mouth like two razor blades... I hide behind the corner in anticipation. Her love. Her love is nothing more than tattered hollow sentiments; lost in translation long ago. She weaves a tapestry of vague riddles and lies; seducing me... Incising me with small breaths of memories. That light that resided behind her eyes has been stolen and replaced with nothing. I am now only waiting... Waiting for her attack...