Depression, the boa constrictor
Slithers on the ground around my feet.
I thought it was kept in its cage
But it has broken free.
The boa constrictor slithers
Up my legs, around my body, squeezing,
It is a rope without knots
And I am caught.
For DVerse Poets’ quadrille Monday, the word is “knot.” It’s a versatile word, so there are several quadrilles I could have written, and this is the one that arrived first.