Konuk Yazar, 11 Kasim 2001
Fatma Avni Yiakoup
The Snake
The Snake The snake slipping from over my neck this route is inevitable to the consequence of my blind end of my body and soul of my past, present, future realms neither poetry will end nor my pain The snake is in my mind and body twists horrendously pukes over me Disgustingly neighs and neighs and neighs again Threatens my reason for being Throws me into the colorless realm in a Cypriot summer night Infinitely…