Dear Avie,
Your love is better than any wine.
Your oils of fragrance smells so sweet.
You’re pouring out of the bottle, and onto my skin.
It’s all beginning to sink in.
The snakes are wrapping themselves around my neck.
It’s hard for me to breath.
I’m waiting for them to release their grip.
Why won’t they let go of me?
If the snakes bite before they’re charmed, there’s no advantage to their charmer.
I will not let the worst become me.
Please, won’t you come down and save me?
Xoxo- Mommy
