By Shreya Saboo
I have a snake in the pit of my stomach,
it writhes and turns, twists and twirls,
And it spits out venom, dark, pitch black.
I have a snake in the pit of my stomach,
Most days I pay no heed.
As the poison seeping in my bones make,
A sweet blossom, sweet fruit yet bitter seed.
I have a snake in the pit of my stomach,
Yet some days the venom rises up my throat,
And rolls its way down my cheek.
By Shreya Saboo
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