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Wishing on a Cobra: Prose for a Pose Series

I wish I could convince myself the way a charmer does his snake. Although I never truly understood the truth to who was being fooled, it's majestic. Could it be the snake locked inside a wicker cage, or the crowd of people flocking to a street corner? --Both appear so tamed. But, the snake is always waiting to be beckoned at the call.

I wish I had such revelry with fangs so fit for cheer.

This man just proudly swings his Pungi, and all the people gawk. Out comes the snake so fearlessly; it's shrewd and knows who's best. It sings to me, and sways my mind, then salivates so aimlessly, and readies for a bite.

I wish I had one venomous thought to protect from this charm. Like that which drips so viscously from the fangs of this old snake. It's thick with intuition, knows exactly what it wants, but it does not dare to snap my way, for this song is much too strong. 

I wish I could be hypnotized to have some self-control. As much as this snake wants me, he won't waiver until told. There's a hissing, it grows vividly,  I can feel the sounds around my bones. I lay upon the grassy bed, belly down, I lift my head. I push, and pull, with shoulders long, and then release all right from wrong.

About the author: Monique M. Luna is a UCLA graduate, and currently resides in Los Angeles, CA. Her love for writing stems from a never-ending curiosity, and means of merging facts with fantasy. In her daily routine she provides ABA services to clients and families with Autism. Whether in-home, or on site, she uses these experiences to grow and evolve as a writer. She hopes that through her work and writing you are challenged to question, reflect, and accept with love, and open minds.