You see her coming, her teeth drawn like swords,
She slithers her way up your leg and then to your neck,
She bites you, like the tasty morsel you are,
and then pumps you full of her venom.
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You can feel that hot venom move upward at first,
It reeks havoc in your head.
You rage and scream and hoot and hollar,
Until you feel the venom start to spread.
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It tingles by the time it gets to your finger tips,
You ball your hands up into little fists,
You feel them full of blood.
Your mind goes blank.
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You wake up on the floor your face full of juice.
You look around and search for a clue.
You see blood stains on your shirt,
and then you remember the snake.
I can not think of a more precise delineation of which you describe about anger you write it very clearly as the result of an in-depth study which is then melted into the expression and emotion through words an extraordinary work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sure, the poet has been bitten by anger or a snake. The diction related to snake-bite shows it. Wonderful, young poet.