that mood crawls in making my blood stand on end like the spines of cats curled up and ready to strike the snake’s poison runs deep lighting the fuel in my tongue and eyes Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... the origin of silver lining juice and regret Categories: PoetryTags: emotions, Poetry, poison, Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.