There's a serpent twising in my guts
writhing and constricting
squeezing all the life out of me
so my windpipe explodes with one final hiss
and the lights in my eyes go out like supernovae.
It pushes out at my skin
stretching and straining
break me out,
bust it all and spill.
Disembowel the monster inside.
It slithers out with a slick slip
and slides around the floor,
trailing behind all my insides,
curling them at my feet.
And now it's got my ankle,
cool and slippery,
coiling its way up,
up my legs, 'round my waist,
resting across my shoulders,
flickering in my face,
burrowing back in through my chest
right under my left collarbone,
twitching its tail up my throat so I can't speak.
There's a serpent swimming in my ribs,
eating me from the inside out,
leaving nothing but the empty shell,
like a red crab all cracked after Sunday.
I hope I taste sweet.

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