she hissed
"hold your serpent tongue,
unchain all imprisoned dreams.
risk the inner-self;
serve me."
[& her peculiar reminder
-leave your coat
at the door-
slithers through mist]
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ooooooo i really loved this. its short sour and a bulesque incandescence.
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Hmm.
Intriguing and interesting. I like the style in this piece, it tells you everything and yet teases you to want to see more.
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Fuck, and all this time I though you were pretending to be a poet.
I like short poems best Jay, rather like yourself I suspect?
Excellent short poem! read in seconds!! my favourite kind!!!
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