I am the looming shadow on your horizons,
the face in the moon made of winged bloodsucking creatures.
I am the alligator circling underneath,
curved teeth set in emerald jaws ready to snap shut when you fall.
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because poetry's just another way to confess
so, this is it:
- viktorria
- I've just realized that I can't write to please everyone, only myself. Thank you, Mr Bradbury.
These poems are my own
and unless otherwise noted, are a reflection and extension of myself, and myself only.
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