Goosebumps
It's a serpent that slithers it's way through the marsh,
cowers in the eyes of the crow
as each and every move slowly exposes it's being more.
It's scales become bare,
no longer hidden in bushel and the safety of the hard place;
And as the vultures swoop to scoop
they barely miss,
and only so much further can the one with one head go.
Vulnerable and exposed.
Scratches and tattered from the claws of it's likely captors.
Now confined in a safe space,
back into a hard place.
Imprisoned to find freedom
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