I've got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front
Of my favorite satin shirt
Sometimes the wind blows just right.
I watch and I wait.
Sit and obeserve.
Spread my wings and float down.
Snatch a snake.
It twists, coils and strikes.
My ankle is bloody. Holy shit it is really starting to swell.
God, it hurts.
My veins turn black, creeping up my leg.
Christ.
I can see it moving toward my heart, which is galloping like a three-legged stallion.
It is making my t-shirt bounce.
The blackness is creeping up my neck.
Direct pressure does nothing.
I am turning green.
It's too late for a tourniquet.
Oh, God.
I watch and I wait.
Sit and obeserve.
Spread my wings and float down.
Snatch a snake.
It twists, coils and strikes.
My ankle is bloody. Holy shit it is really starting to swell.
God, it hurts.
My veins turn black, creeping up my leg.
Christ.
I can see it moving toward my heart, which is galloping like a three-legged stallion.
It is making my t-shirt bounce.
The blackness is creeping up my neck.
Direct pressure does nothing.
I am turning green.
It's too late for a tourniquet.
Oh, God.
posted by Joe at
1:48 AM
3 Comments:
What a way to go, Dude. Poisonous snakes and grizzlies are two things I don't care to meet face to face. Well, that and El Chupacabra.
I am assuming you are alright.
Powerful piece.
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