A Lost Soul

A poem about a black snake.

Your mama slinked her way through the gap

Between the breezeway and the concrete slab,

Sliding into an open crystal cabinet and depositing a clutch

Of creamy leather.

 

She slithered back to God knows where without

Fear from the bladed edge of the shovel that

Decapitates her kind.

 

I found you, your mouth gaping,

Opening and closing. I thought you

Were string and then, a worm.

Instead, my mother screamed and

Whipped you across the room.

 

Such a rude awakening.

We never did find you,

We pretended you never existed.

Author's Note

All criticism welcome.

Reviews

[samparks,sam]

yes so nice good feeling I read it

[siddhi]

I think you can encourage people through your writing.....Your thoughts has unique style....Very well done.

[BCsomay]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.