All My Snakes Bound into a Bouquet

All My Snakes Bound into a Bouquet

Dragging me around by the snakes on my head

while you keep your eyes shut

won’t shut my mouth,

won’t tame the mutt.

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Where you see snakes, hair once grew.

Straight hair, perfect for stroking

and perfectly fine to cover up cuts…

until they said I was provoking.

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So they took their scissors,

they cut off my hair at the root.

Springs grew in its place,

bound locks they called cute.

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And they grew in spirals,

black holes to swallow stars,

to blacken out the torment,

to hush agony’s scores.

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Full on the energy of stars

my spirals began to shed and slither,

to scale up to defend chivalry,

to make all the men shiver.

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Don’t drag me around by the snakes on my head

while you keep your eyes shut.

We see what you have done,

our words have already been said.

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