Word Salad

©Jennifer Paige

He can walk through the wall

I can see him there talking with the snakes

The walls are sour like milk

Smelly, fetid, sickening

A sliver of a bed in the corner

Double paned window needs cleaning

Tape on the light switch, can't turn it off

Too clean, too white, abandoned

He is in red, the "Snake Man"

Red so blinding it burns

He paces back and forth

In and out

Of this tiny room

I could not breath once

I saw him

Took my breath and gave it back

Not sweet enough for the snakes

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