Your snake words clouded
my better judgment.
And I momentarily
stumbled
under your manipulative
vindictive
charms.

Your name
is toxic poison on my tongue.
And your words
are filthy lies that reside among
the millions of images
depicting your perfect facade;
the Master of Masks
the Almighty deceitful God.

You’re a coward.
You’re a cheat.
I’m having trouble
just remembering to breathe.

Just gotta breathe.
I’m not sticking around
to find out what’s up your sleeve.

And I’m not coming
out of this alone.