Familiar Poison

It was the familiar taste

The bitter flavor

That flooded her mouth,

Worse than blood,

In line with a poison

Not deadly enough to kill-

A recent trip

Back to the past

Strapped in tight,

With a driver known too well,

A sense of

I’ve been here before

An expected turn receiving

Customary eye roll

And a freeing of limbs

From comatose state

A reminder that the present

Has reared its head

And yanked her free

Towards a destination more pressing

Than a trip on memory lane,

Where nothing is as it seems

And snakes hide within the coats

Of loving faces-

A reminder that her own feet

Will always guide her

On a path worth following,

A natural flow

Through the undergrowth

With a view of the wild field

On the other side-

Knowing full well

That she can’t be followed

And can’t be tamed.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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