Writhing Conversations

Spiked and serrated, deadly but fruitful;
The tongue of the Serpent still lies for you.

Fueled by his feedings of flesh and tasteful wine,
His words travel deep,
But mark only with intent.

Those mirrored walls are proving useless
If you still depend on barbed shadows,
And illusive forms my friend.

31/03/14
Caroline Schmiermann