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Serpent and the Cranium

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 This was written many years ago while in the blackest grief one could imagine...I'm much better now. (smile)
Warm smooth coils round 
my head 
scales tickle my forehead 
I want to scratch 
quick tongue laps my ear 

The body moves… languid 
like water over smooth rock
Or is the snake inside 
my head? 

Is there only one or many 
seething and writhing?  
Is the poison real or 

If I move too fast or 
think too fast 
will it?…they… 

If they strike will my death be 
only in my mind?
If not entirely in my head
will anyone grieve? 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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