Why My Mouth Is Filled With Poison
Your sour words cut into me
Sweetly
As they roll off the tip of your snake tongue
They dance down my rough back
I caress your scales softly-gently
And though I know its deadly,
I watch your fangs sink into me deeper and deeper
Until I’m filled with your poison
Now paralyzed and unable to move
I know, that none of this is true.
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