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Serpentine
I shed my skin like a serpent.
Occasionally I outgrow my scars
and this brittle, aching carapace no longer fits.
Do you think I have bled only once?
I have layers
and finding me can be a difficult thing.
I have died many times.
Death is nothing new.
We’ve almost become old friends.
It’s sometimes nice to have a familiar companion on the journey;
for it can be a very lonely walk down below.
These winding, rocky roads lead to You though.
And such a prize is worth a thousand deaths.
Because of You, my Wandering God,
the place of burning has become my new home.
Here, there is nothing but fire---
so terribly hot, it barely burns.
I am fire too and that is good.
I shall taste sweet when You devour me.
© Galina Krasskova