The claim is
that your bite is without
venom
and that you play defense.
***
I was on a stroll through the woods
mulling over words for a paper
cloud
and I felt alive
shrapnel. hit my ankle
I froze
to find blister welt skin
between the gap of ankle sock and sneaker
the water filled in fast
I’m allergic to bee stings!
***
It lasted more than
by the end, you've left an imprint
and It.
I'd trace the darkened skin around your pinch
with care
***
If I locked you up
in my dark moist hollow
will you lay down your pinchers
and stay
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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