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Click hereThe skid of her body
across the floor, like a bird
with flippered wings—
back arced how a penguin
sleds over Antarctic snow.
You don't grovel enough, Pet,
he says levelly.
Belly like a snake
or become extinct.
Her scales shed and grow
and she desperately navigates
his offered skin,
writhing her newly bifurcated tongue
for some small taste, some smell
or bite.
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Poet's Choice (Free Verse)
This poem created some freaky images for me. And it made me laugh. I hope that wasn't a terribly wrong reaction.