ATHRAVA

Black MAMBA

I LOVE BAKING I WANNA GO KBC AKA KIDS BAKING CHAMPIONSHIP






skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
  \/\/ eyes of acid green
  amber flesh
  of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing
turned up nose
pouting lips •
you pour a glass
  you take a sip
  purest poison
  in her flask •••
  all you have to
  do is ask • she
  sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she
shreds your back
she's a mamma •
she's a pet • but
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
  she'll make you
  shiver • make you
  shake • then waits
  for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you
won't remember
  where you began
  everything
  becomes a
  blur • then
  your soul
is truly hers
as the flames
go higher
and higher
she slithers
round your
  funeral pyre
  you're so
protective
and so proud
but your sheets
become your
shroud •
they find
  you lying
  in your
  bed
mamba
bites
and
  you
  are
  D
  E
A
D

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