Thursday, July 7, 2011


It was in the folds
of that
grey matter.
Coiled against
clammy corridors.
When it lengthens,
stretches out,
its ruby eyes blink
and stare.
Its raspy tail

Some days are not
for standing up
and to be noble.
Some days
are meant for
spewing venom.

1 comment:

  1. love the imagery, really got to me :)

    scary 'ruby eyes' :P