the assassination

Goddamn this is messy.

This snake inside of me that twits violently, the devil clutching my silver tongue.

What a moment I find myself in:

lost and churning, aching, burning, waiting for a release that never comes.

I stepped into this willingly.

A lamb being lead to slaughter in front of a firing squad.

Snipers aiming at my head and I stand here arms open, feet bound,

and head hung low waiting for that silent trigger.


I don’t even hear it. I don’t even feel it. And here I am.

Heart left splattered on the white bedroom wall.

All written content © 2012-2013 Helenna Santos-Levy