Judge me
Keep eyes on the snakeskins that slowly come alive.
I won't complain when they constrict
And squeeze the tears out of me.
It was always there, that guilt.
From the day I was first bitten
I grew fangs
From the day I found fellow animals
I would bite.
Of course I would.
So expect it.
Plant your feet and wrestle,
Ignore the fox's empathy, it's not worth
The battles you'll fight and the blood you'll shed.
I'll only ever defend myself
At least that's what my rusty-nail claws
And chainmail eyes say.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.
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If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it β and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
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