The Snake by Milou

Podcast The Snake

Its scales reflect the evilness
Black, empty eyes do not confess
Its hiss is ironing my foot
I can’t move, I stuck, like a root
This snake that I’m describing now
Is slithering to me, and makes me frown
This time I know it, my death is near
And down my spine go goose bumps of fear
But when I look a bit closer at it
I note, it’s actually a snake of plastic

cobra-snake

3 thoughts on “The Snake by Milou

  1. Very well-written. Excellent command of words. No tengo dudas que serĂ¡s una gran escritora, Milou!

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