My Reconnaissance
Move fast when given a reason to strike,
I go hard become my blood and turn cold;
My venom exactly what it seems like,
as is the firm squeeze of my stranglehold;
Upon disrespect my weapons hitchhike
the nonsense you speak is becoming old;
I’m fighting a reptilian response
brought on by all of my reconnaissance.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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