Boa Constrictor
What are you doing when others aren’t looking?
The things that others don’t know.
Its a bad joke, but its the type of joke that spirals back at you breakneckedly
Right upside the cranium like a sledgehammer to a fox, blowing out your brain, and your bones, and your blood, and your matter in a splatter.
Losing your head over dreams of space and trails,
Haunting and taunting you in the shower as you work to boa constrictor until the red comes out.
In illo Uno unum,
Bathing, folding the worst person in the world.