*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.






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