I stay hidden in the holes I know you never step on,
like a snake dodging the
you sit out for me.
I rattle dangerous intuition
warning you to
keep your distance,
hissing louder the closer you get,
but you continue laying contaminants
and I sit back to store up on venom.
And I will be forced to strike in self-defense
with my cold-blooded-animal instincts
when I am backed into a corner,
backed against the wall
merely trying to survive.
I will sink deep into your skin
with my toxic teeth
unleashing every last drop of my poison
into your bones
And although you may survive my bite,
like you have a time or two before,
I will remind you
not to keep playing with snakes.