Trapped

When I scratch my head, I recall the Venus fly trap that sprouted there.

It grows hungry at night, and snaps at the dreams above my bed.

It prowls among my thoughts;

Tonight it pounced on the nakedness of desire.

I cannot drown out this fire.

These embers still burn despite my flooding fear-

I cannot drown out this fire.

A sodden coat,

Damp with defeat,

Shrouds my shoulders. So I sigh-

And feed the trap another cinder from the burning pile at my feet.