Swift Venom

By | 1 February 2017

clues blurred in the rush
the gush of work
selective myopia

you sent cryptic texts
left palm prints on the mirror
a whiff of wrong

hope’s bright palette
out-coloured everything
the red clot, dread spot

couldn’t stop my daytrips
to a future with bunny rugs
big eyes & first steps

but you were hiding in
the ultrasound machine
coiled in the corner

of the grey screen
then – WHAM!
your taipan fang strike!

the venom was swift
in my defeated blood
you slithered away slowly.

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