Calling All Doctors:

by Scott Cole   May 9, 2017

My deadly snake venum
is coursing through your veins,
Like flesh sliding down
a double edge razor blade.

My poisons and toxins
they interlace with yours,
And starts going to town
Like a dreaded like chore.

But you knew much better
flaunting your dress of yellow,
And come running upstairs
trying to kiss you a fellow.


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