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.