The Viper (2008)

I walk bare feet on those smooth pebbles,
And the wet sand,
The murky waters
And the dried leaves wet in the rain.

The river bed spoke a thousand words,
Silently proclaiming their existence;
The snails and the leeches moved
Slowly and silently,
Harmlessly.

But I am scared.
Scared of my existence in this terrain.
They call me the viper.

My hissing silences crickets
My moves freeze the rats.
But the flowers don’t stop blooming
The leaves don’t stop rustling
And the eerie sound of the wind over my slimy skin
Captivates me.

I stop.
I drown myself.
I crawl myself into non existence.