wonderful wonderful....ive never read anything fromu i havent thought otherwise...smiles ange why must this pop up window make me keep writing...how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
shed that skin, dumplin'! let out the real you! i like that you write such short stuff that's so to-the-point without much fanfare at all. this says it all--let me out from under your posession, which are the wounds i carry. great stuff, as usual. i know the feeling of not being able to write and just being so frustrated. i try to honor my muse when she decides to take a vacation, but it isn't always easy.
i had to put this on my fav list...i usually never have one in that catagory but actually this write has a different meaning to me...shedding me...to get rid of the horrific wounds in my heart and to forget...
i think you got it out just right... everybody's got to learn how to rise from the ashes. snakes are usually percieved in a dark sense... let's just say that this poem is a man wearing white going south while a crowd of people wearing black are heading north. good job.