double headed snake

at dawn first peering beneath a shed, bulbous head with tongue tasting air. a rustle in the leaves, then a hiss for writhing body has to make a guess - of sounds of nature consumed by birds making noise, a cacophony of fluttering wings drowning out alarms raised and the warning uttered gets lost with wild predictions. a shriek in the air comes piercing fogged thoughts distilled in semi-permeable membranes getting past iron gates no longer locked talons dig into the mind of unseen bodies collapsing with a thud - could be anything when a slide sends off adrenaline ready for battle or to hurry back to warm cozy hideouts covered with thistles and thorns. scrapes the skin, slices an artery then flash backs come about with awareness intact of pain welling into flesh - from talons of the mind while the thorn pricks deeper. that another tumble came about, of losing control from panic attacks now blinding. wails in the sky, rustles all about now with the forest keen, the scent of blood brings about a frenzy from predators no longer wanting to sit on the fence undecided while birds of the air swoop, dive into foliage dense, with hisses coming from an inert head quite the opposite of that anxious fellow despised. opens wide jaws as the devil drinks from preys believing themselves ready for a fresh kill slurping away, tongue tasting heaven and it was all those flapping gums saying everything quite the opposite of how they really felt. it wasn't too hard to guess - the writhing bodies enmeshed, with thistles and thorns penetrating illusions brought out as idols plain in the sky of flapping wings towards an orange bleary red eye atlas whose shoulders have been broken from too many endless chase as atlas crumbled down with a thud. it could be anything goes when a god falls but broken dreams become another hope like sitting on a fence, not falling off to break one's back. and hearts reshape the withering forest, reshape the cacophony of predators rushing to ruins. slurp, ingest, digest: and the embryonic fluid coagulated, became hard like stone, life without a heart while a lush forest remained awake, for the believers to come once again to make their offerings.