(2: unfinished)

the snake: in pieces / obachan: all one / her ankles spattered with dirt / or blood i imagined / would be some other color / more worthy of her fear / i have never been afraid / like this before, a fresh / soft horror: scales and flesh / thin tongue lolling / round head no venom no danger / to anything bigger than a fist

 

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