Snake Admissions

We fear nothing like you fear snakes.
We are not there until you see us.
We fill the air with noiselessness.
We strike with noxious notions.
We can swallow a whole meal whole.
We can crawl out of our own skin.
We point to hell in all directions.
We silently slip into your dreams.
We are not to be laughed at.

J. D. Heskin

If you have any thoughts on this poem, J.D. Heskin would be pleased to hear them.