AntiPoetics - Poetry - Cold One

Cold One

spin around, and around
twist its neck until the air lets out
sweetly, almost a gasp
cold and passive
in your hand
alive but lifeless
as you drain its life blood
drop by drop
to your lips
as you swallow it down
whole

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