The Snake

By Zoe Mei   

It is
the twisting pain, is it not
the Light that makes it
If we had no Light we wouldn’t see it
so wouldn’t name it
monster, madness, heartache
because the Torch shines upon
gleaming behemoth serpentine scales and
All the light touches is

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The grammar, capitalization, line breaks, and ambiguities are intentional. I will refrain from explaining this poem's contents.