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By nimuengale, Carbondale, IL

These poison drops release from your lips
and I don’t recall the color of the venom
but I remember how they infected me
and how they drowned in my indigo veins.

And because I am infected,
this poem will never arrive to her finale.

So, serpent, be glad for you killed me.
and as I scream and yell towards the sky,

Remember that I always loved you.

I needed you.

But instead of healing the wounds,

You created them.

And now.

It’s getting darker…

So, serpent…



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