Quagmire Fog Poem by Samantha Bolden
Quagmire Fog
I'm slithering through the snake pit
My eye lashes are parched
In a solipsistic world
In which the anti-me exists
There's a ladder to your lips
Those without vertebrae glide quick
Contra vim mortis non est medicamen in hortis*
Accompanied by fiery tongues
Which I will quench
Blisters of the burn cover my body
The adventure is over
It never has happen
*There's no healing against death
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