The Cycle

Healing the Pain: Writing Out the Thoughts that Haunt Me

The icy cold sensation on my arm,
As the snake comes alive,
It slides between my crevasses,
Its sticky tongue as its guide.

I lay awake in a frozen state,
Unable to move or breathe,
For fear that it will strike,
Infecting me with its poison.

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