Queen Cobra

Jun 17, 2024

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Sinews groove black scales through wet mat 
of humid jungle in divided moon light to arrive—

the jungle pool vacant of half company; 
A Queen’s eyes reflect on abyss. 

She renounces the delicacies …

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