the venom sits
inside.
I need it
out.
My stomach
l
u
n
g
e
s
again and
again and
again.
the venom is gone
but the poison still sticks.
lingers in my
thoughts,
flesh,
soul.
So I free my bones.
A metal slice.
A crimson cascade
leaving an acid river across my arm.
Toxic.
An ecstasy of relief.
brief belief
I slayed the beast.
the savage only sleeps.
haunting
my dreams.
my wake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem and well worded.