So I wrote one today:
Snake
by t.tara turk
Uncoil your ideas before they strangle you
Uncoil your expectation before it gives you the kiss of death
Seducing you in the night like the shadow lover from your past wearing the personality you draped heavily around them
Who can you be if you don’t release yourself to what is coming up in the morning sky?
Must you always expect sun or rain?
Is life so divided?
My grandma used to say that sunny rain was the devil beating his wife
Like something bad happening to evil?
I would like to unwrap that from my heavy bag of fears other people gave me.
This inheritance does me no good on a road that might look familiar to them but has dirt unique to this moment, this butterfly landing, this rain drop, this Adidas print
This road could have carried a heavy me,
The one with eyes downcast and heart broken, beating in my hand, outstretched to show you all what you did to me
But I chose different shades
I chose the ones that kept my heart thumping in my perspiring skin, eyes clear to the front, to the sides, behind me
I am right here in this spot
Slithery habits slide around the ground, hissing their arrival
“You can still cuss her out, girl!” they say
“You can still damn his ass straight to hell,” they say
Their colors are seductive and comfortable but it is up to me to remember that laying down on the floor of the jungle
Was never a method of survival I could live through
I am afraid I will be trampled by my own insecurities
So I pay those melodious sliding devils no mind, might smile and entertain a pleasantry or two
But I’ve got a road to tread lightly on
A dance around a fire that needs my off key voice
A jump in a cool water fall begging for my refreshment
We need our fairytales to evolve with us or they will outgrow us like last year’s lowrise jeans
We need to find some good stories to tell right now instead of waiting for the ending later
We may not see that ending
For waiting might make us prey to cool scaly skins, hissing, squeezing, hurting, suffocating
Until there is nothing left of us in a jungle of possibilities that will go on