Poison

A cramp;

crept up my core
coiling like a snake and settled in.

Today you are mine. It said, tongue flickering.

Fuck. 

The discomfort related to toxic people and the toxicity of their words.

I know this serpent and it's language quite well...speaking parseltongue, it whispers.

Slithering quietly, 

it attacks from an unsuspecting source:
family and friend.

The words pierce, like fangs, and a crippling venom spreads.

Underlying the upset stomach is me undermining my own experience.
It's not a big deal. 

Everything is uncomfortable,
even sitting,
lying down,
eating,
pretending to read
and watching a movie.

*The antidote lies in me speaking my truth
but my locked jaws
allows the toxicity to unfurl,
and the serpent revels in glee!