This warmth around me—so familiar
Security blanket; a mothers' touch
I am a child, so fragile and naïve
Arms slither around me—deadly serpents
Voice in my mind, always in sync with yours
We've been here before; familiar paths
My mind is peaceful as I slowly die,
but I do not dare gasp for air...
I writhe my body in protest, my will
to live—restored—in my final moments
My energy depletes—my muscles weak
accepting fate; completely paralyzed
I stare off into the oblivion
—limp—as the serpent devours his prey
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