My grief is a snake,
curled up, hidden inside.
Waiting to strike...
Waiting to crush...
It doesn't kill,
though it might be easier if it did.
It only releases when you're about to suffocate.
Then it crushes again.
It hides & releases when you acknowledge it,
waiting to strike again
when you've forgotten it for awhile.
7/30/08
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