Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Ouroboros

"...I shall emerge through its other side..."

Ouroboros

I wake up buried inside my stomach.
An ache casts me from side to side.
Light fluctuates, and the blame is not on the supply.
I feel a serpent outside and within.
I let it devour me, convinced that I shall emerge
through its other side and stay in
an orbit, unending, an ouroboros.







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