False Alarm

April 15, 2018

To say that

my bark

is worse than my bite

is an understatement.

My bark is

a harsh thing

a ripped thing

a burning thing

in the back of my throat.

It is the way

I warn you away,

my very own 

rattlesnake 

coiled beneath my tongue. 

But when

(if)

I bite,

know that my

fangs

tear into my own tongue

with far more

venom

than the gentle press

of my 

teeth

against your skin. 






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