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11/24/18
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Slipping
Sliding
Wiggling out of my grasp
Slithering
Without so much as a breath
Wasted.
I
Originally
Thought of you as serpentine
Clever
Cunning
Silent in action
Hissing in retribution.
But I forgot
Of the electric
Fizzling energy
That courses through your veins
Rendering your opponent
Shocked
And electrocuted.
You shoot through murky waters
Unseen
Undetected
Only being noticed
When it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Diversos(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
