One womb
Snip it
One shame
Snip it away
Umbilical residue
Stains the birth
Of a sinister soul
That won’t be tamed
His tears of hunger
Burn his mother’s skin
The incipient evil
Amplifies and flourishes
Having inherited it
From His kin
The serpent rises
Prepared to strike
Makes His presence known
Sucks the color
From His eyes
Binges on His spirit
Crawls back into It’s hole
It’s scales, the armour
That protect
The truth beneath
The pain,
The misery,
That It’s afraid
Consumption of innocence
Gives It relief

Poet’s Note: My predisposition to alcohol/drug addiction and how it ruled my life.

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SCHOOLER, Mark (Louisville,KY 14 March 1980 - Present). Husband, Father, Recovering Alcoholic / Drug Addict, Poet
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