snakes

A Poem by Hermione

split open lily white skin
oh sir
how many snakes
have i known
how does my
garden grow
when I am all alone
how many snakes?
how many f*****g snakes?

i am
so tired, sir
so tired
and all i want
to do is go back to sleep
so as not to die tonight

when will you come home?
this all falls short
where are the hands you promise
who is there instead?
no one, no one is there

i will not be saved by smoke inhaled