Sometimes I see a thin black snake
that isn't there.
It slithers through grasses,
between small hills of sand and over wide streets of concrete.
I catch a glimpse of it from the corner of my eye,
but when I turn my head, the foolery is revealed.
What witch have I insulted?
Whose grave have I wandered over?
Sleek nightmare seamlessly piercing reality,
from which curve in my mind were you born?
I feel your smooth scales on top my feet,
but never a hiss to pierce my eardrums.
You follow rules I don't understand-
what draws you to me,
when I'm playing under the sun?
5-5-15
Lilly Stuart
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