Life Thieves

It is all about the serpents now;

Thin, slimy, and small.

Cunning and swirling,

Crawling up my legs,

Creeping out my skin;

My numbed body.

Some wrapped around my ankle,

Thickly, tightly.

I cannot leave;

I would not.

I thought I could be their friend;

Taming them,

They tamed me;

My wild body, my vigorous moves;

They have taken over my shrew.

I am stung

Even after being stunned

Their alpha comes

They all withdraw

A newcomer to their dancefloor 

I lay still as it squeezes me.

I am losing track of my regular pace of breathing,

Slowly.

My lungs are getting pushed up,

I can feel my windpipe as it suffocates.

It is crashing, there is no air…

I am gasping hard

As my bones puncture my flesh.

I can feel the flow of my blood slowly getting paralyzed,

Tearing through my fatigued, pressured veins,

Clotting in my arteries.

My arms are stuck to my torso,

Tight.

My vision is failing,

It is a hazy greyed vision of blurry, fading lights,

A distorted image of an alleged room,

My trap, I presume.

With millions of spectators watching and cheering,

It was only few who actually knew the plan,

The show that we are all part in.

And here I lay, here I am

Shutting my eyes

To that filthy pair of slit red eyes

With its victorious, sharp look 

And smelly, slit, hissing tongue