Viper
by Miranda Hawkins

 

A fun piece, which really says alot if you take the time to think about the words.

Swiftly falling
Head first into a pit full of vipers,
Vipers that steal my soul,
Tearing at the flesh.
My blood runs in thick rivulets
Washing away all ideas
Of individuality.

Drained, weak,

I cannot stop them
From conforming me
Into whatever they desire.
I writhe slowly;
Inevitably changing,
Until I, too, am a viper,
Stealing souls,
Destroying minds,
And shaping others
In my poisonous image.

 

 

All poetry, stories, etc. ©2000 Miranda J. Hawkins. All rights reserved

 

 

 

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