The snake goes round and round
And knows it has all the power
To bring my body to the ground
Just by biting me like a giant fire
And it burns my skin
At the place of two holes
Of its teeth, and within
My organism is in a camisole
The venom
Spreads
I'm numb
It's red
All this blood
Inside of me
It's like mud
I'm not free
The snake chooses to depart
Just when I feel like I'm dying
The other world is about to start
Now I'm the dead and not the living.
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
PoésieHere you will find a collection of english poetry. It will deal with such themes as empowerment, nature, feminism, open mindsets or spirituality.