Poison Ivy

She chokes and smothers like a cloak weighing you down

A starved Anaconda,

each breath becomes harder to take,

each word becoming quieter

she cant hear you,

nor can you hear her, for the poison seeps in.

I want to be brave – ask her not to keep squeezing me,

to stop taking my power away,

see me as an equal and not thy pray.

Lifeless, breathless…

I look within for sanctuary for the poison has taken my sight,

paralysed physically,

this will be my last fight.

She’s accomplished her ego feast

entangled, knotted,

twisted umbilical bond.

Written by Francesca Shaw 14.14pm on the 22nd November 2024