The Deathly Grip
Eve propped on the chair
Sultry and vivacious
Ensnaring the snake
It hissed and raised its head
For the desired sting
One hypnotic look
Before his deadly attack..... But
Eve flew high in air
With a a swift deathly grip on its neck
She landed front stage
And took the final bow before
A stunned audience
March 6, 2016
Contest: Visualize, Scrutinize & Remark
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* The contemporary Eve is not going to be beguiled, she will slay the slewer.
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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