social
feel the bite
now slide the mocking tongue
swallow hold
this in your heart one
two
electric insult some
one unknown
aimed so aimless strikes
you where the
heart the
glands that make your spit
gush out the
tingling tip of tongue
what part of go
do
something else
entirely
fall flat
Excellent poem, dear Kerri. Chilling but on the edges of Hell.
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