they’re trying to pull me
under,
the lovers, and the thieves,
the back biters.
they’re trying to smother me
in my own weaknesses,
my old needs
for sex and glory.
like snakes, and arrows from ancient bows,
they slither and shoot,
never understanding that i went
under
a long time ago
and their lures have no power
over me
or my dead body.
