Slither

I have snakes,

Instead of bones.

Supporting me,

Leaving Venom 

in my blood.

They bite at my insides

and tell me     everything

      is ok.

Without them I'd be dead

But they are slowly killing me

As the venom leaks into my brain.

Slowly I become one of them.

A matter of finding prey

is the only thing left.

But I cant wrap my mind 

Around my new friends.

They have wrapped themselves 

around me.

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

I must label this.. it is curious, perhaps unique. There is the probabilistic reference - snakes, bones - "throw dem bones" - taking chances. It's almost like trying to read Tarot cards... read to divine the future, for reassurance ("..tell me -- everything -- is ok."). "..venom leaks into my brain" - the Cups - sometimes poisoned - Socrates death - a condemnation by society. "..a matter of finding prey" or by analogy finding "pray" (hoping for an outcome other than that envisioned.) Friends, wrapping themselves about one.. could be interpreted as supportive or smothering, suffocating ... choking the life away. All in all a very intriguing poem/write.

100 snakes in a basket (lift the lid at your own discretion)

[kublakhan27]

A unique and haunting image...well done Kristin.

[unsavable_soul]

Abstract concept,
I like the ideas within this piece thought the descriptive factors in it left me much to desire in terms of leading me to an understanding of this work. Your ending was very nice and makes me think to careful what you wish for to a degree. Nice write.
Chris
85/100

[Tai Ryens]

Turning into a serpent due to venom brewing within a person . . . I like the concept. Well done.