Weakness
A creeping cobra
Snaking through my mind
Poisoning my thoughts.
It feels like a thick rose stem covered in thorns, snagging away at my
confidence.
Whispering
Slithering
Whispering
Stopping at a door marked
"STRENGTH"
It peers closely
With piercing yellow eyes
It read:
"VACANCY"
Hissing with delightful mischief
It slithers past.
Deeper
Trapping me in a tortured world of self-loathing
Claiming my vessel, undoubtedly, as it's own.