Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

When the snake slithers under my door, let him do it Let him test how much I can take, take my heart and chew it When the clock ticks and time gets too thick to erase Let him steal all my time away and call it the chase When my self esteem withers away, help me do it Assist me as I take the world in my hands and say screw it When the snake poisons my vein, let him do it It's just a small sacrifice for the pain, no more to it Injected with this liquid that makes me another me Rejected by this twisted ghost and I become my enemy Long ago, I thought I was stronger But I can't take the grief any longer Passion or cocaine, same drug different name I am the only person to blame for the pain So when the snake slithers into my chest, let him do it Let him cut out my weak heart and chew it, Nothing more to it.

I've been fooled all my life Hearing, hun, it will get better We have beauty in our pockets And time stuffed into lockets It only gets better from here Yet here I kneel, defeated, oppressed My mind a steam engine, obsessed All this time I thought I was blessed But really all I am is stressed I detest the soothing words The sweet utterances That fooled me Hun it's gotten better Hun no need to fret Hun just forgive and forget Don't you know your manners yet? I am not a lady I am not a fool I'm the victim of oppression Of fiends with an obsession Of all things wicked and vain I am not a lady I am a woman I am blessed Here, on earth, the snakes stand tall Everything is warped here on the ground When serpents coil around my neck Everyone says, hun it will get better But I'm telling you I am blessed There is no justice here, no alibi There are twenty five reasons for me to cry None for the snakes because snakes are dry No justic...

The snake used to be my biggest fear, but The snake who hurt me is now my curer The snake who used me is now my slave The snake who tricked me is my insurer The snake who downed me made me brave The snake who rejected me is now my pet The snake who bit me made me eternal The snake who beat me lost its bet The snake only scratched at my external The snake was a looming shadow of fear The snake tried to push me into the sea But the snake- the snake's still here The snake now lives inside of me

What do you do when your hands are chained? When the blood from your soul has been drained? What happens when a serpent strikes your chest? Do you wake up? Is your pride put to rest? The snake reveals its teeth, sharp knives on your breast, You savour it, you smile, you’re like a woman possessed. The thick blood rolling down your thigh, dripping, The serpent with its thick black tongue, sipping. Its scales soothing, embracing your legs, your feet, Its venom on your lips, sugary sweet. It only takes a single look from those feverish eyes, To know that you are its silky wet prize. When the serpent opens its mouth, what do you find? Does your life flash before you? Or do you go blind? When you’re chained and hurting, do you blame your chest? Or do you rightfully blame the serpent, possessed?