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Feb 2016
I saw this snake with the biggest lump.
The lump was still moving so she must have just swallowed whatever it was.
I talked to the snake--because snakes talk—
And was like, “hey what did you just eat?”
She was like, “The most pure, white lamb you would have ever seen?”
The snake kept talking so highly of this pure, white lamb, it was really weird, like really weird.
So I thought of something insane.
Could this pure, white, lamb be talking through the skin of a snake?
Is the snake a costume?
Is it a disguise?
Not realizing I was thinking out loud, the snake sunk her head.
"It ***** to be used, and I’d rather not be eaten alive.” she said
I was like “cool “ trying to hide the awkwardness I felt
She was like, yeah it’s cool, until you've been here for so long that your real skin becomes one with your disguised skin
…I wish I never thought out loud because now I feel depressed.
So I walked away, with my head sunk.
I felt guilty leaving the distressed animal.
To make me feel better, I acted as if the snake was truly a snake who just ate a fine-*** lamb and was b.s.-ing me to bring me closer. Closer so she can squeeze the light out of me.
I felt better the farther I walked away from her.
Megan E Gibbons
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Megan E Gibbons  Los Angeles
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