King Cobra...

With frosted breath exhale unto me,

I chose to hoist you up this tree,

Describe the scene as I never asked you to elevate me,

Waterlogged at the foot and crushed by the jaw of the cave,

Heated handles and I chose the pull door,

Rocks into the hands of my nemesis,

Spit venom into the fangs of the snake,

I only see blood spattered on the back of the door,

Divide the bread but only feed the five thousand?

Self care is more than breathing air,

Notice the signs but don’t patiently wait.