I am a cobra,
Spiraling upwards.
Curling and slinking.
I am a cobra;
Dangerous.
Fangs dripping,
Head dipping
Lower
And lower
And lower.
Until I break up
And tilt
Forward.
Forked tongue
Slips out.
I hiss away
All my doubt.
Folding my lanky, tall body
To fit my lengthy personality.
I am a cobra,
And I do a sultry dance.
I will not shake or dodge or prance.
I linger after every thought,
Slip my way into the cold spongy grey tiled dance floor
Until you cannot see me anymore.
I am a cobra,
You’d better watch out.
Sparlking brown/white scales,
They shimmer softly in the moonlight.
A young
Destroyer of worlds,
I take over the floor
and curl inwards,
Then up,
Then lift my flappy head
Gristled all about.
I smile and sway,
Then lick up the blood.
I am a cobra,
(so you’d better watch out).
