Black Snake

Black snake eats the bubbles in the swamp, the aspirations and exclamations of all those that slide or splish splash past.

He sucks the bubbles. He pops them in his mouth.

If you listen you can hear the tiny pop popping as he slinks around tasting pips and squeaks but hungering for so much more.

So many blubs and glugs keep black snake malnourished.

He is starving for secrets.

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A big fat juicy roast of a secret.

One that’s never been told and is bursting at the seams.

Black snake wants to crack you open and lick it out.

Come breathe it into the swamp,

preserve the bulging bubble in his tar mud.

Black snake dreams of murder by drowning,

for in his dreams, he crunches those scream bubbles too.

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Black snake wants you to come to the edge of the swamp,

to stand where the ground begins to soften like cake,

to call out to him.

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Black snake wants to talk to you.