*I’ve been ruminating on ideas lately. I start to type, but I can’t seem to finish. Usually that means I haven’t fully processed something… or I haven’t fully accepting something. Either way, it makes this poetry month thing difficult. I started this yesterday. Did some slight editing today. It’s not finished. But I can’t find the words. Hopefully I’ll come back to it later this week or next week.*
The nothingness seeps deep in my soul
to feast with greed upon my motivation and hope.
Secretly slithering throughout me.
Its scales are greenish-gray mist from a witch’s cauldron.
Eyes red, burning, like a fired coal.
Large head, forked tongue; imitations. Snake’s allotrope.