Anaconda meets Florist

I made the fatal mistake

Of taking a nap

In a dozing

Anaconda's lap

I soon got crushed

Then digested in its guts

 

Still, now I was having

An out-of-body experience

Inside the warm ambience

Of the snake's insides

As it took me for a ride

Through the old forest

Where we met a florist

Who gave us flowers 

In exchange for powers

 

Now she can shed her skin

Almost on a whim

Say goodbye to the seven sins

That snake now slithers

Through her blood-red rivers

The Creator's retainers

Can certainly send shivers

Up one's spine

Water into wine