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The Snake


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She can be a snake coiled around my neck,
Throbbing at every pulse of my veins.
She could have sunk her teeth into my throat,
Pour the venom into my blood and let it rush into my brain.

Sizzle in heat.

She could be invisible.
No one would know she’s there,
Hanging over me,
Scorning disappointedly.

“I told you so,” she’d hiss.
“Now it’s too late.”
No one would see
Her actual shape.

And I would wake up daily,
Walk to wherever I’d walk.
And she’d still slither near my ear,
And remind me of that ticking clock.




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Shahed said...
May 10, 2010 at 5:50 pm:
I like the 1st 3 lines, I kind of lost you in the middle, but its creative, I think if you say, She's a snake coiled around my neck, it would be more creative, Thats my opinion lol ;) keep it up. Check out my work!
 
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