I Have A Snake

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