I clung to you.
My youth—like a snake—
Tightening around my throat—
I choke on my childhood.
But you, you, you—
Another snake—
Tighten your arms around me
And squeeze until my lungs give way
And I breathe like I did as a child.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.❞ --Pauline Phillips ~the third installment of the BURN series.~