Monday, March 9, 2015

Snakepit

It's this scaredness
in the snakepit of my stomach
fears slithering around
heads alert waiting to strike
the asps of doubt
raise themselves one upon the other
choking me at the heights of despair
eyeless, soundless, intangible
wreathing fears
fill the dark places of me
always waiting, always there

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