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
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Comments2
Interesting write, nicely written Mutley!
Thanks for reading. Now, what did Moses uplift in the desert?!
Sand! lol
If he did that he'd still be there now!
Powerful work.
Thanks for reading, Thomas. I look forward to the day I can shed my skins as effortlessly as that florist!
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