Sterile
As my newly Lysoled floor
Repugnant
With alcohol,
I twiddle over to where
You appear to be.
In your eyes
Shots of reproach are
Fired steadily upon me
Like a plague of
Humankind.
Sterile no more but
Caressed by the
Snake-skinned hatred
From your eyes,
I hobble away --
Dirty.

copyright © 2003 Cosette Aranaine
Written 9/30/01