The Snake

From one room to another the orange snake slithers

Following the trail laid out before it

Destined to go from kitchen to the living room to the bedroom upstairs

Living the rest of its life in the house

It consumes the house entirely

Lighting up the night with its scales

Almost as if the scales themselves are licking at the sky

Trying to taste the fresh, cool darkness

Its beautiful, bright scales flaking off

Not unlike small, orange dancers in the sky

Bright specks of orange twinkling in the night

Making small stars in the beautiful destruction