you lie on top of me
with nowhere to go

press me with all your fury

desperate for me to disappear

I loam too large for you

I am your shade,
tag along to places
you don't even know

you wring me out -
a sponge, a rag

I am an innocent snake
you pin with your fork

to you, the snake
from which all evil
issues forth

© 1990 - 2003 Katharina Woodworth