Slither Poem by Vidonia Rosenvlaed
Slither
my skin is my eyes
my feet is my hands
I can twist my frame up
to contort and to bend
this place is not home
deep down in this dark
I want to stand tall
But the pressure's too much
it just takes a hook
a line
a bob
please take me up there
they say there's a sun
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