8/06/17
SNAKE(S)KIN
there’s too much past
to be present
the leech in murky waters
the witches in the light
the wolf with its new fawn
and an old fox
too fat in it’s face to by sly anymore
this is what it felt like to be tall
when your shoulders were heavy.
these feelings are mine
everyone else is simply a casualty
no longer baring teeth at strangers
this is something else
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