the king of cobras seduces a woman
she looks medea
that is, an old soul of mine, with callas’ eyes and that ridiculous application of eyeliner
the cobra winds its way into the womb and spreads its hood over the micoscopic zygote she is carrying. protection.
he coils his length around the baby as it forms, holding the head in place so that it doesn't get shaken.
no poison in the watery union - the snake drinks poison like shiva drinking the poisonous ocean
the boy is born fully man now and the snake has fused onto him, hood spread eternally, fangs drawn out over his face.
i coax his face out from the venomous cage, maybe to kiss
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