Forked tongue

sleek shiny skin



concealed in green camouflage

moving around surroundings

licking your minds compendium basket.

skin sheds

layer upon layer

enter the garden



an open window

arising swiftly

watching cautiously



Anxious for a taste

crooked smile

face of several


watcher of night



hiding from the light

iridescence of a well oiled machine.


lying in wake

time is up

the dinner bell rings

fangs unleashed

the pain stings

poisons released

prey slowly dies.

Time to ingest

swallowed whole

back into the night

minimalistic fight

struck down in a moment

by a foresters blade

thought you’d escaped

but he had you made.

Choking to death

from the inside out

twisting and bending

trying to escape

you are alone

bury yourself

you can’t go home.

Sun comes up

lifeless you lay

shrivel you will

as you start to decay

disfigured evil

was put down this day.



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