anarchist poet

i was walking through the wet grass

something started nibble at my toes

with razor blades so sharp

that i didn’t feel any pain

and i felt this thing work its

way out of my blood

it breathed my breath

like fish breathe water

my heart beat got faster

and i ran down a hill

as fast as i did when i had

to get away from

the serpent’s tongue

i threw myself into the water

and overdosed on oxygen

as my lips quivered

that think worked its way

out of my mouth

materializing into words

words of an anarchist poet

and the sun dried my torn skin

while the wind whisperer hello

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