snakes in my throat,
their muscled thickness warm
in my mouth, pushing,
i will spit out snakes
my snake full throat is
revolted
like when a foul
sweetness curls
its thick self
back
behind my tongue
I would gag if I could
close my throat
but there are snakes
in my throat. I could
open my mouth
let them slide strong and
smooth scaled
out
i could
open my mouth
glass would fall out
and cut up
the world into
thin slices
i would taste my own blood:
metal, electric
my mouth is slippery
cut up
i could spit glass
at
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