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Jan 2013
The little snakes beneath your skin
open up their mouths
their heads bloom
their tongues loll out,
turning a hearty lavender
your eyes refuse to blink

each second resounds
with a muffled twitch of your left eye

after 345 milliseconds
your eyes close
and after twenty seven hesitant days,
the snakes take their dry tongues back in
Kahara Jones
Written by
Kahara Jones  F-town. Maine.
(F-town. Maine.)   
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