Denial
       

You are not the serpent
You are its coiled stealth

You are not its fangs
You are their sharpness

You are not the venom
You are its toxicity

You are not its strike
You are the millisecond before its impact

You are not malice
You are the absolute absence of empathy

I do not hate you
I fear you

I do not shun you
I deny your existence

Over and over and over

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Salmon Poetry
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