Fluid in my SpineA Poem by Arsenic NemesisSometimes, I just feel GREAT!Sometimes I get this feeling, one that I cannot properly differentiate from others it is at first a pop, spark, then fizzle! The next thing I know I am woven, fluid is in my spine and I just can’t stop! Weave it to the left, snaking back to the right; such an exhilarating experience! As high as a kite, when a baby bird first takes flight I dance under the influence of the sun, and softly sway under the withered gaze of the deep-rooted moon. I must say, it reminds me oddly of the taste of wine, this phenomenal fluid that is in my spine! © 2010 Arsenic NemesisAuthor's Note
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