Serpent & The Shrew

Yawning wide, scale clad emerald, strands of silver shine,

the gaping, yearning, cave demands this flesh of mine!

Contorted in nightmare threads, this serpentine entanglement,

absorbed my mounting dread through its golden eyes, extravagant.

Little black claws and shorter matted fur,

lost to hung’ring jaws and places greatly worse.

The Serpent’s coils loosen, the trip has neared its end

there’s nothing left to prevent, this hellish moist descent!

Nothing now, but a steady rhythm of pulsing flesh

undulating like a river, this tomb of living death!

A shrew I was, but now I’m something less?

I count the seconds in my captor’s breaths.

Eternity consumed in the life of a moment.

So I retire, fearfully, another swallowed rodent.