Nov 2016
I look at the two dots hidden in the curve of my wrist
Like the prongs of a snake bite
The cold slithers through my arm
And I wonder if that is how the poison got in the first time
*I didn't think that darkness had teeth
Like the prongs of a snake bite
The cold slithers through my arm
And I wonder if that is how the poison got in the first time
*I didn't think that darkness had teeth
This is not actually what it sounds like, I have these dots on my wrist that always remind me of a snake bite, so I wrote a poem for them
(Earth)
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