Second Communion
Kneeling silent
amidst a slither
of hissing snakes
he feels them coil
within his hair
encircle his brow
ride over eyes
brush lips
chase twitching tails
around his neck
and slide down
to tightly twine
like ivy vines
arms and chest
crotch and legs
then glide around
the knees and calves
to rope his ankles
in this den
he’d dug for them
when he turned seven.
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Ralph
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