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Twisting and writhing
Ruffling leaves as she passed
S-curves and U-shapes
Propelled her 
Past the crumbling daylight
Into the absence of sun
Tar and pitch
Where nothing was to be seen

She sank down on her belly, 
Licked the air, thought about 
Her life as she gulped a rat 
Wondered at beasts and bugs
Their feet, hooves, legs 
Ponderous about her own 
Lack there of 

Her belly had grown crispy
Her eyeballs dry and flaky 
As she continued to wonder
In her state of change 
Belly down, itchy, itchy! 
How easy it must be
For the horse to gallop away 
For the cat to preen with paws
The cow to kick unwanted infusions
But she! SHE had to grind and rub
Against rock, bush and dirt 
Was she powerless? 

The moon 

The cold blue white glow of the moon 
provided just enough sparkle for her to glisten, 
in her shiny black bodysuit 
And she began to think doubly
About her situation, as she undulated and bucked and listed, to free herself of her skin

Black bead eyes observed the crunchy strips of paper flaking off, revealing the supple oily wet curves below, new and smoother than fresh patent leather

Was she ingratiated by her lack
of paws? 
By her absence of cow tail or even fingers and toes? No. 
She thought on, 
and considered her second skin, worn out and yellowed, as an old worn out slipper to be discarded, and she- she with her powerful belly like a smooth sole, gliding on the most agile, powerful foot, moved on 
With a sensual ferocity
Across the night’s stage

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