Anger Poem by Nia Schexnider

You see her coming, her teeth drawn like swords,

She slithers her way up your leg and then to your neck,

She bites you, like the tasty morsel you are,

and then pumps you full of her venom.

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You can feel that hot venom move upward at first,

It reeks havoc in your head.

You rage and scream and hoot and hollar,

Until you feel the venom start to spread.

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It tingles by the time it gets to your finger tips,

You ball your hands up into little fists,

You feel them full of blood.

Your mind goes blank.

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You wake up on the floor your face full of juice.

You look around and search for a clue.

You see blood stains on your shirt,

and then you remember the snake.