Parselmouth

Parsel Tongue (*click* the title to hear part of the poem in Parselmouth)

 

Her tounge spits bitter venom

She put everything into that bite she took

His actions, the catalyst for

Turning this beautiful young girl into a serpent

A devil

Writhing on her belly in her pain until

She finds strength in the hurt

Then she uses the sharp fangs he gave

To tear into him

from a Poetry Challenge that I am EXTREMELY behind in… but I will get done:

Writers Write Poetry Challenge

Day 21 Prompt 5 

Write a poem of any length about something that spirals or something that cuts.   



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