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Bhill Oct 2019
The lizard made its way straight up the rock wall
Such adhesion on those rocks with his fragile-looking claws
What was he running from, or to, with such desert dignity
What would you call the motions of these little creatures
Bodies moving back and forth like other slithering reptiles
Fascinating....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 251
Are you fascinated by lizards. Moving down here has brought a whole new appreciation to the little ones.
Lost Jun 2019
Snakes blooming
From my open mouth
I try to bite down
But they force their way out

Coiled in my stomach
Slumbering in my core
I house reptilian parasites
And faint to the floor
Another poem found in my sketchbook that I didn’t initially post.
Phoebe Hynes Dec 2015
It’s ridiculous that we,
humans,
are all caught in this common web of familiarity.
All of us are bonded in the sticky strands,
we spin as we shake hands,
unaware of the thread negligently,
puncturing both of our thumbs.
And to fear it,
or even acknowledge it,
is to Strengthen it and,
ultimately,
weaken all relations.
It must be named and known,
but kept in the back of the brain,
where the reptiles and the skeletons live.

— The End —