Serpentine

The tentacles of your memory take hold again,

snaking around my mind like a boa constrictor.

The rhythmic dance distracts

from the fact

that you are slowly starving me

of fresh air.

I unwind myself

from your writhing warmth

and with what strength remains,

I stand.

From my full height,

I can see you

for the simple snake

you are.

And now what power do you have?